Religious Stories

"Why are they chained?" Yumna Noor's voice was barely a whisper. The man only laughed. "So they don't run." Behind the rusted bars, a boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes met hers-dark, hollow, desperate. "Please..." he rasped. Haziq Noor's cold voice cut through the room. "Yumna. Choose one and let's go. I don't have time for pity." Her fingers tightened around the bars. She didn't know it then. Some choices don't save lives. They ruin them.

I shared this to support your ministry, to grow your personal relationship to God and to deepen your understanding about HIS word. my prayer for you is to success in your ministry and to follow the Lord's will obediently. MAY GOD GIVE YOU MORE WISDOM TO UNDESTAND AND BE FAITHFUL IN HIS WORD. #You can use and change it according to your own way. GOD BLESS YOU!

「 ᴏɴ-ɢᴏɪɴɢ 」 ⇢ wherein Han Jisung is a quiet, gentle, and religious young man who appears innocent and composed on the outside, yet inside he struggles with temptation and a lukewarm relationship with God, constantly trying to choose faith above everything else. Somewhere along the way, he finds himself developing feelings for another guy- Lee know, someone he knows he probably shouldn't like, but can't seem to stop thinking about. The other guy has a bad reputation, known for reckless habits and short-lived relationships, yet beneath his image is someone who also longs for love and change but doesn't know how to reach it. Will he continue to like him despite everything he knows about his past, his reputation, and the consequences of his feelings-or will he finally let go before it goes too far? ----- Notes before reading my works! All of my works are work of fiction. please do separate fiction from reality. the names, events, and characters are all based on my imaginations. similarities from other works are all coincidence and unintentional. My story may contain sensitive topics such as death, illness, rebellion, etc. that are not suitable for all audiences trigger warnings will be placed if necessary. it may also contain sensitive jokes, dark themes, and foul language that are not suitable for young audiences. The idol I used for face claims or portrayers does not reflect on their true and personal events.

He was Korea's golden idol. NEON7's brightest star. Untouchable. Untamed. Unused to hearing no. Until her. Kang Jun-min had millions screaming his name. Zahra Mir lowered her gaze and walked past him. No admiration. No fascination. No interest. And he couldn't stand it. What started as curiosity turned into obsession. And obsession makes powerful men reckless. He was willing to risk his career. His image. His entire world. For a girl who chose Allah over him. Because you can chase a woman. But you cannot compete with her faith. Years later, when the stage lights dim and the silence becomes unbearable- Will love survive what obsession destroyed? Or was she never meant to be his?

This is one heck of a Victorian-style fantasy novel. Add a spoonful of steam engines to make that darned technology tree come alive! Add a spoonful of love and hatred, so everyone has good reasons to brawl! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten up this gloomy world, and finally, add a spoonful of natural disasters to play the main boss... and so on! Phew, that's a lot! ... Year 931 in the Engerwick Calendar. The city I reside in has been hailed as the most advanced in the West. The main reasons? The world-shaking steam technology, emerging technologies, and the wellspring of chaos. Can't deny it, but the fact remains that people keep flocking here to live. This city always gives you a glimmer of hope, whether it's lies or illusions, but it's so close, within arm's reach, making you risk life and limb. A city of hallucinations. I am one of those dream-chasers.

Orphaned yet chosen, Malak carries a divine gift, A voice so powerful it touches every heart that hears it. Often described as angelic, her singing draws people toward her, including a young man navigating faith, love, and identity. As her life unfolds through moments of blessing and deep loss, Malak's journey becomes a moving testament to grace, purpose, and the belief that even when everything is taken away, God may be preparing something greater. Her name is Malak and like an angel, her presence leaves nothing unchanged.

ကျွန်တော် ချစ်ရတဲ့သူကယောင်္ကျားလေးတစ်ယောက်ဖြစ်ခဲ့ရင်၊ ကောင်းကင်ဘုံကို သွားဖို့ အခွင့်အရေးရှိဦးမလား...

In the summer of '69, a flash flood delivers Dottie, a restless young student of botany and her friends into the hands of an isolated Appalachian flock, ruled by scripture and tradition. Among them waits Solomon, the healer, who sees in Dottie as a sign. A lamb sent by Providence. And once he lays claim, no prayer, plea, or protest will part what he believes God has joined. ~ You shall submit, as it is commanded," he growled near her ear, his breath hot and close. "You fight, but it is written. A woman shall obey her husband in all things." "You aren't my husband" she gasped, twisting violently, her hands clawing at his shoulders. His fingers dug deeper into her side, forcing her still. "Yet" he hissed, his mouth so close to her temple she could feel every word burn into her skin.

Elegante. Iyan ang salitang maihahalintulad mo sa babaeng nagngangalang Charlotte. Pero nagbago ang kanyang buhay ng umiba siya ng landas dahil sa isang nakapaninibughong pangyayari. Then there this someone who serve at the church as a Saint, he need to do a miracle to completely call himself a Saint in their place and he found Charlotte. Charlotte became his first miracle but, destiny have a different path for them. Kahit alam nilang bawal, ipinaglaban parin nila ang kanilang pag-ibig na hindi naman tama sa paningin ng mga tao. Ano ba ang dapat gawin nila upang maitama ang kanilang pagkakamali?

What if the Antichrist didn't rise by denying God - but by claiming to be Him? In a near-future America, a charismatic president named Cross builds a holy nation through fear, propaganda, and scripture rewritten to serve power. Courts obey him. The military becomes a Christian militia. Entire communities vanish under the promise of "purity." Mara, a mother and former commune leader, recognizes the truth too late: Cross is not a savior, but a lie wrapped in faith. When her children are taken, she is forced to choose between hiding and resistance. What begins as survival becomes a rebellion of truth - one that must dismantle a regime not just with weapons, but with the Bible itself. This is a dystopian thriller about propaganda, blind faith, and how easily love of God can be turned into a weapon - and how dangerous it is to call a tyrant holy.

☾ I thought angels don't die, But thanks for coming... ☾ With love, Amanda Krey♡

Han Jisung believes in a God who listens. Minho stopped believing the night his prayers weren't answered and his world turned into sirens and silence. Somewhere between faith and fury, they find each other-two souls trying to love without knowing how to heal what never fully closed. Because Minho doesn't pray anymore. And Jisung doesn't know how to stop.

Camito Hatsune

Where Niall is a pure priest dedicated to only God and Harry is powerful cocky demon known as satan.

Rayyalin Azah P. Magelna was never the kind of girl who stayed. Not in places. Not in responsibilities. And definitely not in expectations she couldn't live up to. A Muslim by name, but not by practice-she built a life where rules were flexible, faith was distant, and guilt was something she learned to silence. Nights were louder than her thoughts, choices easier than consequences, and pretending felt safer than confronting who she was becoming. Until one night- she was seen. Not admired. Not judged. Just... seen. And somehow, that was enough to shake everything she thought she had under control. Now, in a world she once tried to leave behind, Rayya finds herself standing between two versions of who she is-the one she's been running from, and the one she's slowly becoming. Because love didn't come to her in the way she expected. It didn't chase. It didn't demand. It didn't even try to change her. It simply existed- quiet, firm, and unwavering- until she had no choice but to face herself. And maybe, just maybe, love isn't about finding the right person. Maybe it's about becoming the person you were meant to be all along.

Revenge

Here are two fictional stories of how my maternal and paternal grandmothers met Elvis as teens in the 50s. I think we all wished that our family members met him at some point. These stories are purely made up and start out the same but change as the story goes on. They're not chronological, but are two separate stories, 12-14,000-word count each. FYI: Pictures of the girls aren't my grandmothers. Names are changed as to protect privacy. The family make-up for the girls is about the same as it really was, the city is the same, and the talents that I wrote in were their real talents in life as well. Rest their souls. 💗🌷🌼 All the people who the characters are based on in these stories are not alive today, aside from one--my great-uncle. 💗🌷🌼

this book is just me revising for exams, i'm not doing my GCSE's this year but i like to be prepared i guess? posting this in case anyone needs help, feel free to comment if you need help revising for something and i'll try to help - or maybe someone else could. Revision for: -Biology -Chemistry -Creative iMedia -English Lang -English Lit -Geography -History -Mathematics -Physics (be aware these are my choices for GCSE's, some aren't optional) I've chosen Creative iMedia, Geography, and History. I'm trying to learn the Italian language on my own since my school doesn't teach it; if there is anyone fluent in the language please give me a message :)

When the Semitic free run on the Hindu turf under Sonia's proxy watch ended with the ascent of Narendra Modi onto the Delhi gaddi, the Indian agendas of the Christian west and the Muslim umma faced impediments resulting in the brouhaha over the growing religious intolerance of Hindus towards India's minorities. Given the racial biases and the religious prejudices of both against the Hindus and that the world media, by and large is controlled by them, a critical appraisal of their propaganda with objective lenses is called for. Hence, as the accusation is on the religious ground, it is imperative that the theocratic credos of Islam and Christianity as well as the philosophical ethos of santana dharma aka Hinduism, the only surviving 'way of life' of yore on earth, are to be reckoned with.