Rosary

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.

Ignis, a weary priest with shaky faith, battles demons and curses armed only with a rosary, holy water, and an unrelenting dark humor. Amid supernatural struggles and mental chaos, he discovers that even in hell, there’s room for irony. Facing horrors and secrets far beyond his grasp, Ignis must fight not just against evil, but against himself. "A Hell of a Job" blends dark fantasy, sarcasm, and the supernatural in a chaotic yet hilarious adventure.

Kein Rosenguard, a reincarnated girl who suddenly became the crown princess's personal knight! She fulfills her duties at the side of her highness, Princess Rosarie von Goldheart. A rebellious princess who would rather live her life as dressing as a commoner than attending fancy balls in the castle. Kein decided she would spend her whole life protecting her Royal Highness but will she succeed in her mission and set aside her growing feelings for her? Art is not mine! Only the story! Please tell me if you know the artist so I can credit them!

Just when I thought thing were going better for me after i left the foster home. I see my demise but still yet i feel it better off than being in a place full of annoying creatures n by that i mean humans. They seem to be the most annoying creature on earth i find it hard to believe i am even a part of them. I would trade anything to change into any thing other than human. Waking up every day with the same life,same routine i tend to understand why but I still have to sulk up to it, while i say my rosary I look at the crowd of unbelievers all praying my mind move to certain events i see just as I look at our foster elder sister in Christ pray and cry but just yesterday i saw her sucking off the dick of an intern ,do God really listen to such people

Synopsis The Needle in this fiction embodies Martial Law. The skull mangled exemplifies the Filipino people specifically human rights victims from all persuasions – enforced Desaparecidos to combatants, students to academicians, civilians to soldiers, peasants to landlords, laymen to religious, ordinary taxpayers to oligarchs, voters to politicians, officials to professionals, – all victims of militarization offered as sacrificial lambs in the altar of Dictatorship. The crucifix and holy rosary, guns, and bullets symbolize the protagonists – heroes and villains - and the causes and institutions they represent. The red roses, a love affair that blooms and blossoms among the main characters. The timeline was September 21, 1972, covering fourteen long years of dictatorship when Martial Law was declared until February 24, 1986, during the restoration of democracy ushered in by People’s Power at Epifanio de Los Santos or EDSA. Post EDSA events from Fidel V. Ramos to Benigno “Noynoy” Aquino III or PNoy to Duterte’s presidency and Ferdinand “Bongbong” Marcos Jr. are briefly treated in an Epilogue. The choice of fiction was deliberate because of its timelessness and very important lesson drawn from that historic event–the restoration of democracy no less by President Cory Aquino. Whether it succeeded or not thereafter doesn’t matter. Filipinos are that unpredictable. Their memory is way too short and the hardest to please. But what is important is we have thrown away the tyrant, award-winning Investigate Journalist Shiela Coronel emphasized restoring fourteen long-lost hostage democracy in 1986. Add to that is the consequent didactic message to all Filipinos especially the Post Martial Law babies: “Beware and never again Martial Law!” In format, the author uses four of Irving Wallace's criteria in writing fiction from his “The Writing of One Novel” with some innovation on grounding characters using flashbacks and other tools characterizing bestsellers like Dan Brown, Grisham highlighting the author’s premium on the relevance of the said historical event and its political ramifications surrounding the subject throughout the story. First, no loose ends in the plot. This one is a tough act to follow. The subplot should be tied together as much as possible to the end. Second, narrative excitement rings the bell for readers. Third, is the use of research to disabuse and mitigate elements of violence and sex. Treating this work as social commentary on different implacable social issues of the day was deliberately utilized by the writer given his Philosophy, Theology, and Sociology background. Note that pictorials used in the work unless indicated in the caption are meant to highlight the theme of each respective chapter. Lastly, the most unlikely ending squeezing creative juices of the imaginative mind. Breaking the rules of writing known to man is also a challenge here. Ergo, treating the subject as fiction against the social commentary backdrop to make the narrative captivating journey instead just plain Martial Law account which is surely dry and monotonous story. How these criteria are treated and addressed by the writer especially the first, third, and fourth is left to readers and critics. Copy editing of the first draft has been done by the author using Grammarly, relevant creative writing tips culled from the internet from the likes of Ernest Hemingway, Jeff Goins, Catherine Reid, Cynthia Jones-Shoeman, Joe Bunting of NaNoWriMo, Billy Wilder, and Pruelpo, an FB friend and OFW dabbling as free-lance writer and guru. The third is actual editing from Ricardo S. Maulion Jr., my son, doing the proofreading. I have yet to accept any copy editors to do the favor for me packaging this project into a cohesive whole work. Ricardo F. Maulion For book order: Email ad: ricardomauliond1205@gmail.com

Our shut-in protagonist begins his plans for spring break: avoid everyone and stay inside reading. Perfect plan, except for when the time he has to leave his house comes. By chance he stays out a bit too late, by chance he takes a tiny detour, by chance he encounters a strange woman, and by chance he remembers what he dismissed over the phone earlier- rumors of a vampire attacking late at night. The unfortunate series of wrong turns made by our protagonist gets even worse, when the encounter with the mysterious woman goes wrong; not that it could have gone right.

It’s a retailing of rosary and a vampire story from the animes perspective I have not read the manga but I’m doing a critique on the anime mostly changing the male main character hopefully making the story still enjoyable

Once, demons weren't a problem. But one day demons went out of control and now I'm Rosary Protection trying to live a peaceful life... But I seem to have fallen for a Halfdemon called Sloth.... Go-- Ow, Someone help me.

Love is blind. Love is sacrifice. Love moves in mysterious ways. Love is a rosary, full of mysteries. Lahat na ng love quotes ay ibato mo kay Love pero hindi pa rin niya maiintindihan ang ibig sabihin nito. Medyo ironic nga dahil pangalan niya ay Love pero sa buong labing siyam na taon niyang pamumuhay ay hindi pa siya napamahal kanino man. Pero paano kaya kung isang araw ay tamaan siya ng pana ng pag-ibig ni Kupido? (Book cover is taken from google images)

I opened my eyes and was blinded by a piercing light blurring my eyesight. The freezing cold wind bit my skin and made my breathing become harder. My body felt weightless like the sensation of one falling through the air and the surrounding pressure made my body go numb. My vision became clearer and I saw white puffy clouds, the blue sky, birds fluttering in a bright sunlight and—the Earth's surface rapidly nearing me. Why am I falling? I didn't remember anything except my name, Rosari Matthew. But who was I? I felt the pressure painfully surround my body while the wind whipped my hair against my face. The thin air made me feel dizzy. "Am I going to die now, like this?" That one question lingered in my mind as the world swirled around me. Before the darkness could swipe its veil over me, a pair of arms embraced me, halting me from falling toward my death. His touch made my cold body flare, the feeling of security and peace surrounded me like a blanket while I drifted into the welcoming darkness. --- Rosari Matthew, an 18-year-old girl who doesn't remember anything except that she fell from the sky. Follow Rose when she gets thrown into the supernatural world with no clue of who she is or where she comes from. Rosari struggles to rediscover her past and to uncover its mystery but that is not easy. At the same time she has to fight the problems that any teenager goes through. Not to forget the fancy meeting with the royal group that will rule the supernatural world or fighting with a soon-to-be King, all the time. Will she ever get her memory back and find the reason for why she lost it in the first place? Who is the guy who rescued her and why can't she just forget it instead of looking for him so desperately? And can she really trust all the royal members in the group? They seem helpful but something is just not quite right, she can't deny noticing the obsession some have for her and the urge to get rid of her. Follow Rose on her journey and find out in THE FALL.

Clément Ernest Durand Corbin is a kind-hearted and pious friar whose only wish is to witness and participate in the cohabitation and shared prosperity of the four factions; such a shame it is, then, that fate has chosen him to be its undoing. In the kingdom of Lérèves, humanity has found itself under the boot of Angel, Devil, and Mystic alike for no less than three straight decades, and tensions are only growing higher. In these desperate times, they look to the selections, ceremonies in which the great souls of the ancients cast their blessings upon mankind and offer them a fighting chance in the presence of their seemingly insurmountable foes. What’s a friar to do when that blessing falls upon him? When his rosaries and hymns are replaced with a sword and a shield? When the quiet pews and humble prayers are replaced with roaring crowds and bloodthirsty chanting? Worse yet, what to do when he finds love in the arms of one who should be considered his enemy? A dark and painful past behind him, and an uncertain and bloody future in front of him, Clément will have to make a choice: yield to destiny and prolong the bloodied cycle, or take a chance and carve a new path out from the unknown.