Sonata/ AU ON HOLD
- LECTURES 138
- Votes 13
- Chapitres 7
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture26m
Dernière publication mar., avr. 4, 2017
I had never given much thought to my life, the way growing up in rural Oklahoma affected your feelings of religion, the deep dark afflictions that brewed deep within you. My classmates however always felt the affliction of sin. Wether it was drugs, sex, alcohol or possession to be anything but perfect. I obliged by the rules, anything to fly under the radar of The First Baptist Church.
I never knew what was coming, had I known I was opening the gates to hell six months earlier maybe I would have stayed as far away from him as I could of but then again. We all have one uncontrollable desire and he was mine.
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Heaven On Earth
It seems like just yesterday I was saved. Not knowing what to do next or where I should go. Little by little I had to find my way and put together the lessons I was taught from different sources to seemingly lead a holy life. My supreme happiness came from when I found Jesus. Little did I know all I had to do was dwell in his heart and he would provide me with the wisdom I need and show me the things I could only fantasize about. Things like these seemed to me too precious to keep hidden, and that's when I knew I just had to share Who He is to the whole world. Visions, testimonies, miracles and more came knocking at my door leading me into a dose of Heaven on Earth. Blue Roses for My Bride series: Book 1 NOTE I am not a writer, but I do enjoy writing. I learn as I go where writing a book is concerned. So the book has a lot of flaws, typos and words may not be in the correct order. It may be a finished book but there is still lots of work to do on it. It is a draft of my process in writing the book, so please keep in mind that things will be constantly added, taken out or changed until it becomes how the Lord wants it to be. So when you do read it, please let the Lord guide you on discernment and help you to get on the right part with him. Please keep in mind that I am not perfect and I just wanna share the love and goodness of God. THINGS TO KNOW Feel free to check out my mom's website for more info about God and Heaven at: www.heartdwellers.org There are videos, pdfs, books and more. Special thanks to her for allowing me to use her pictures as well. Special thanks to Azora, our illustrator, for allowing me to use her drawings. Check out more of her illustrations on our website: https://godlovesus771.wixsite.com/lovegodlife Content is allowed to be shared as long as it's not used for any form of sin. Please DO NOT sell this content.Terminé
Fly High
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Clasp of life
I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband. I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life. But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her. Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean. But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself? Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger. First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her. Cover by @AphroditelividTerminé
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Squeak
She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts AwardTerminé
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The Demon Within
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The Streets
They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.Terminé
[...] But we all knew that playing with ouija boards could be dangerous if you weren't careful. You never know what you might be inviting into your life. We didn't have to experience it first hand. We could sense it, whenever the seance begun and ended, we could tell. But months went by, and I suppose we saw it more as an entertainment. That's why we never expected what was to happen. I guess it was on us after all. Even if it wasn't for an evil cause, we still wanted to communicate with otherworldly entities, right? We wanted to build a bridge between worlds. But just as they say, beware of what you wish for, because you might just get it.
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