crosswalk prayers

Sometimes happy endings are never truly there. These are some short tales about very unfortunate people. I try to start each chapter with a pun linked to what the chapter will be about. Sometimes they're pretty bad ^^; Hope you enjoy!

When Alina is attacked by a werewolf in the dead of night, she is certain that she must be dreaming. But then a mysterious group of priests arrives and saves her, offering her a new home and a chance to learn the ways of their order. As Alina grows older, she discovers that she too has the power to transform into a werewolf at night, and soon finds herself torn between her loyalties to her newfound family and her own primal urges. Now, Alina must decide if she will join the priests in their mission to rid the world of the cursed affliction, or if she will succumb to her own dark desires. With werewolves lurking in the shadows, Alina's fate is unknown. There is an undeniable spark between her and one of the priests, the young werewolf must face her destiny and embrace her newfound powers in order to protect the people she loves most. Will she find a way to save herself and those around her, or will she become a slave to the beast within?

She kneels for mercy, He kneels for her ruin. _______________________ His lips brushed the sensitive curve of her neck, trailing fire toward her shoulder. "Option one," he whispered, his voice a jagged edge against her ear. "You stay here, in my bed, for the rest of the weekend. You let me show you every heaven and every hell I have to offer. You forget the church, you forget your mother, and you belong entirely to me." He paused, shifting his hand to grip her chin, forcing her head to the side so he could see the panic dancing in her eyes. He leaned in, catching her lip between his teeth in a sharp, punishing nip before soothing it with a languid swipe of his tongue. "Option two: I call your mother. Right now." The threat was delivered with a terrifying calmness. "I tell her exactly where I found you tonight. I tell her about the green dress, the club." He leaned in even closer, his breath hot and humid against her ear, sending a shudder through her frame that wasn't entirely unpleasant. "Choose, little bird. Either way, you're mine. One way, you regret the sin. The other, you regret the truth." He was a predator offering a choice between two different cages, and as his mouth crashed down onto hers in a final, suffocating kiss, she realized the door had already been locked. ____________________ Zade Ed Clarason the predator who wants to conquer her. Ciara Diaz who is holy but his touches maker her feel unholy.

HOW TO MAKE PRAYERS MANIFEST PHYSICALLY is a book that I believe would enlighten believers on how to pray the right way to get the answers to their prayers. It might be something you must have heard in church or not or you must have heard it but don't believe it is real. I am bringing it to you once again. God can hear prayers and God answers prayers. The Bible says, "God does not listen to sinners." I am using this medium to plead that if you are a sinner, but you delight for your prayers to be answered, you need to repent now before you read this book because only the upright, righteous and His children will He listen to. Please say this short prayer; "Dear Heavenly Father, I come before you through your Son, Jesus Christ, the only advocate to ask for your mercy. Out of ignorance, I have done wrong and perished along the way without knowing. I delight to know you more, I delight to have a personal relationship with you, and above all, I delight to love you with all of me. Please forgive my wrongs and accept me as your child once again and give me the grace to live above every sin. Amen." After this short prayer, I usher you into the family of Christ.

A story about a God, and his experiences. This story is semi-inspired by Greek mythology, so some stuff that are ralted to Greek mythology might come up during the story! Pray, a newly born God of Prayers, a gift from the heavens higher than where the God's resides in. A story about adventure, romance, and action! How will Pray overcome his problems? Read more to find out!

a series of short stories in the form of poems and prayers

Rakkagiri is a trusted caporegime in the Liotta family—dutiful, devout, and unflinchingly loyal. His life is defined by silence, ritual, and the careful containment of feeling. Then comes the order: eliminate a liability. And the target is Keiseimaru. Keiseimaru is everything Rakkagiri is not: volatile, elusive, sharp-tongued, and dangerously beautiful. Once an informant, now a threat, Keiseimaru knows too much—and worse, he’s the man Rakkagiri once loved without ever saying the words aloud. As old wounds reopen and loyalties falter, the two men find themselves drawn back into each other’s orbit. In the shadows of a brutal world that punishes softness, their bond reignites—not in redemption, but in reckoning. What begins as duty unravels into memory, grief, and a final, irreversible act of mercy. Sentimental Fools is a quiet tragedy about queer longing, impossible love, and what remains when affection is forced to live in silence. Lyrical, atmospheric, and unflinchingly intimate, it’s a story of two men who never asked to be saved—and the gunshot that made sure no one would be.

"I've finally managed to change my destiny" was what I thought until I found myself back infront of the guillotine. What if everything I've done so far was just an illusion and I only ever saw what I wanted to?!! "Dear God, I've tried all I can to stop this from being my end and it's proven fruitless so please let me.... "

Life. Humanity. Mortality. What does it all mean to the Lord and General of the dark “underworld.”

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?