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Martyrs Left Arm Your Chronicle

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 931 Views

Left Behind By Time

DO ADD "Llaellen's Updates" BOOK IN YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE LATEST UPDATES ABOUT MY PLANS FROM HERE ON OUT ~The heroes have gallantly died after defeating the demon that wreaked havoc on their land saving millions of lives, in exchange for their own.~ That's what the story was supposed to be. Heroes, yes, strong ability users who could stand against all adversities. Yes, heroes. Heroes who trained all their life to protect their homeland. Yes, yes, indeed that should be the wonderful scenario playing around people's minds. But... . . . . . . . To hell with that!!! They are not adults. No, they are not in their fifties, not even forties, or even thirties!! They are just teenagers. They are 16 then!!! So why were they sent to defeat the demon? Because they were trained and tortured to be stronger than the rest... That king who has a loose screw, how can he do that to them? And what's this? They are alive? They survived? Wonderful... NOT!!! Why did they wake up a thousand years after defeating the demon? A full one thousand years!?!? Fine whatever... "Let's just live freely then. Away from those descendants who inherited that loose screw." Yes, a different life away from the royals- Wait... Why are they in front of another king? What kind of game is fate trying to play right now? And just what had happened for them to sleep for a thousand years? Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) REBIRTH: STUBBORNLY FUFILLING A PROMISE (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING) Disclaimer: cover photo not mine, please contact me if I have to take it down. Taken from: https://wallha.com/wallpaper/anime-anime-girls-blue-hair-blue-eyes-sword-moon-1353947
Llaellen · 213.1K Views

In the arms of the Don: a simple girls' love

[#Loyalty] [# Captivity] [#Dark Romance] [#Betrayal] [ # Friendship] [# Rivalry] In the arms of the Don: a simple girls'love She felt his mild heart beat against her chest, and his warm breath caressing the side of her face. " I won't persuade you to speak further, or beat you for it. I'll let you speak at your own pace, and at the time you're comfortable to share it with me Amethyst, I won't hurt you----". His soothing, reassuring words echoed in her mind over and over again. The gentle wind, blew across the roof top, across them, making his reassuring words sink into her mind. She realized this wasn't a dream, or imagination, it was real.... " Is Amethyst up yet?"........ " Boss, no time for that...."..... " Don't tell me what to do!............. I get to ask for who I wanna ask....." He growled and got up fuming..... With a reputation for brutality and a charm that was impossible to resist, Don Diablo was the most feared and respected Mafia boss in the city. His chiseled features and piercing eyes, seemed chipped from granite, radiating an aura of unyielding power yet rumors of his hidden vulnerabilities and deep sense of loyalty had begun to circulate, leaving many to wonder what truly lay beneath his imposing exterior. When a Mafia leader falls for his captivating mistress, their whirlwind romance sparks a deadly game of loyalty, power and desire. Dive into the shadows with Don Diablo were loyalty and desire collide.
Chioma_Nwagiri · 514 Views
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