John 14:1-3 Funeral Reading Novels & Stories

I've just received a text from my CEO wife, Cara Lavigne. Apparently, she's gone on another last-minute business trip again, so she can't accompany me to the funeral home. But soon, I see Cara's silhouette being captured in a photo, where she celebrates her assistant, Warren Stone's birthday with him in a work-related post he has just uploaded. The caption reads, "Thank you for the amazing cake, boss! I feel so happy to be able to celebrate my birthday!" I just smile calmly before leaving a like and a comment. "Happy birthday." My colleagues, on the other hand, start betting pools like mad to see what kind of tricks I'm going to pull this time in order to kick up a ruckus. Cara calls me immediately just to scold me. "Warren is just celebrating his birthday, so what's with the comment? He's a very sensitive person, you know! How is he going to survive in this company now that you've passive-aggressively humiliated him in that public post? "It's been barely two years since Warren joined this company, not to mention he doesn't have any friends! What's wrong with me celebrating his birthday with him, huh? People like you, who are born with silver spoons in their mouths, will never understand Warren's plight! "I want you to delete your comment right now! We'll talk more about this once I'm home! Your dad is already dead anyway, so you can just wait for a few more days before claiming his body!" I can only clench my fists tightly as I listen to Cara's heartless and nonchalant words. "No need for that." Once she is back, the divorce procedures will be done.

It's my first time visiting my girlfriend, Jennifer Hayes' family for the holidays. At the dining table, her childhood friend, Duncan Foley, suddenly slams his cutlery down. "How could you bring a prostitute client home for dinner, Jenny?" The atmosphere becomes awkward immediately. Everyone initially thinks that Duncan is running his mouth because he's had too much to drink, but he continues to ramble in a matter-of-fact tone. "My buddy is a part of the anti-prostitution task force! As if I can get the person he's personally arrested wrong!" As he speaks, he tosses a copy of the public security administrative penalty notice onto the table. My name is displayed on it. The sight leaves me stunned. It's true that the anti-prostitution task force arrested dozens of offenders in the city last month. But I'm the one who gave the signature of approval as the newly promoted chief commissioner…

My husband's childhood sweetheart took the Cullinan I gave him for a midnight joyride. One person ended up critically injured. He wired half a million euros from the family account to hire a fall guy, then flew her to Switzerland for a ski trip. I called him from outside the operating room, desperate. "Your father is dying. Authorize the surgery, now!" He laughed, her head on his shoulder in the video call. "Using my father's health to lie? Sofia, you've crossed a line." The line went dead. The heart monitor flatlined. Later, at his father's funeral, he raged, swearing to find the killer and make them pay. I looked at the gathered family elders, then pointed at the trembling woman behind him. "The killer is right there. The one you paid to protect."

When a tourist’s corpse is discovered in a tranquil Akyaka graveyard completely drained of blood and gnawed by ghouls, rookie detective Manolya Kara is thrust into the dark underbelly of her Turkish seaside hometown Akyaka. What the mundane police report calls a tragic accident, Manolya knows is black magic. Armed with her hidden hellblade and the telepathic guidance of her invisible angelic companion, Aziz, Manolya prepares to hunt. But the investigation grows complicated when the elite Wellness Alliance deploys backup: Kayhan, an insufferably arrogant shadowmender who views her as a fragile civilian liability. As a sinister force begins invading Manolya’s mind with terrifying visions of smoldering red eyes, her mental shields begin to shatter. To stop a nightmare capable of stripping away her magical defenses, Manolya must survive a rising tide of demonic forces and learn to trust the partner she desperately wants to punch. A predatory evil is watching from the shadows, hungry for a new vessel and power, and it has its smoldering red eyes set perfectly on Manolya.

Christina McQuinn, a 16-year-old witch, and her mother, once again change residence out of fear of being exposed to mortals, this time ending up in Italy. Christina is dissatisfied and fed up with constantly moving, but knowing her mother, she has to come to terms with this decision. However, the young witch does not know yet how much her life will change in this country - especially when Christina meets the mysterious Oliver.

For the people to feel the Royalty of the blood in their veins doesn’t mean that they are ruling their kingdom, or they have some Kingdom. Their lineage to the ancestors who are former and last rulers is more than enough to get the pride of being a royalty which they were taught from the time they started learning things. Three Princes who are not going to rule someplace, but they have the title because of their bloodline and have education, wealth and skills in many things at the top range. However, to be able to love is a wealth which cannot be achieved by simply thinking about it or by some lineage. They may be the Princes in the matter of their birth and the life they are leading, but they will learn more about the real wealth from three women who are princesses by heart. The things they believe and trust will build a wall stopping the love from these princesses to reach them. Will it be broken to make it possible? If it is, then how and by whom? Or will prove to be too late by the time it breaks? Join the journey of six people who are in different moments in their lives, but destiny always has a way with them…

My body wasn't obeying me. The beep sharpened, I cringed but could not block them. I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I batted my eyes, tears felt trailing down. The ad face of my mother emerged. I forced a smile. I love her, she's a good mother. She takes care of us, though she couldn't take care of herself. Now I believe it could be that woman behind my mother's condition, the one who cursed me.

Just when everything is going well ; Cleo and Angelo hit a speed bump, or better yet have an iron mountain that refuses to move in the form of Rosa who has been antagonistic towards Cleo and has never been a fan of their relationship. They say ; love endures all , and it can stand the test of time, but what happens when you doubt the very love you have always trusted ,and you are cought in-between a crossfire between of a war you didn't start that not only puts your family in danger but threatens your happiness? The past doesn't stay in he past . It will only stay there when you cut cords properly. Cleo thought she found a love of a lifetime when she crossed paths with Angelo after what the crazy they had been through only to find out that the only person who can stop the raging unecesary war between her and his mother is the father of her children and the man she loves with her whole being. Angelo has finally found stability; unconditional love , loyalty and support in Cleo ; but everything he has worked hard to achieve is threatened by his extended family. After an unfortunate event ; Angelo finds out why his mother has been against his relationship with Cleo,and just when he finally thinks he has done all he can to protect them... His life is turned upside down when Cleo is caught in-between a war she didn't start and only he can stop it .

After fighting every obstacle that tried to keep them apart, Damian Bernardi and Sareena Morelli are finally together and engaged, ready to start fresh. But just as peace settles in, old enemies return, joining forces with hidden threats determined to destroy their happiness. The calm they worked so hard to build is shattered, and Damian and Sareena must once again stand united as their past rises to tear them apart.

The company had been losing money for two consecutive years. That year, with our biggest client suddenly going out of business, we lost nearly ten million dollars in receivables. On New Year's Eve, I sent out a company-wide apology email after much deliberation. The email stated, "At this moment, I regret to inform that we can only increase each employee's monthly salary by 20 dollars this year." An intern named Ingrid Little took a screenshot of the email and posted it online. In no time, her post started trending. The entire internet criticized me for being fake and pretending to be poor. They said that my shameless act was a blatant insult to my employees' hard work. "20 dollars doesn't even cover commuting!" "Why hasn't this garbage company gone under yet?" Ingrid replied to each comment with the same line: "I don't care about the money. I just feel insulted. I'm quitting tomorrow." The next day, I walked into the office with bloodshot eyes and turned on the company-wide broadcast. I announced, "Since some people believe I've insulted their dignity, you may submit your resignation immediately. However, you will no longer be entitled to the year-end bonus of 20 thousand dollars." Everyone gasped in disbelief. Ingrid turned completely pale, and some workers even rushed into my office impulsively. "Boss, this has nothing to do with me! I stand with the company!" After all, my company had increased salaries for 37 consecutive years and given an average raise of over 2,000 dollars each time. They wouldn't find a company like mine elsewhere.