Suzanne Williams: 214 books

Zeus, 10 ans, est déconcerté (et très embêté) par le fait qu’il est constamment touché par la foudre. Chaque. Année. Sans exception. Il aspire également à l’aventure étant donné qu’il ne s’est jamais éloigné de la grotte dans laquelle il a grandi. Zeus voit son voeu exaucé —...

Ma première année, en tant que sorcière, n’a pas été de tout repos, mais j’ai survécu. Je suis officiellement une Majeure et une Dumont ! J’ignore ce que signifie appartenir à cette famille, seulement que ça a failli me coûter la vie. Heureusement, je suis bien entourée. Je peux compter...

“Suzanne?” “Yes, God?” ----- From the devotionals of best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, a clever take on having an intimate relationship with God presented through a series of fictional personal dialogues. The Scriptures presented in everyday language. 4,000 words.  

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Without another word, he vanished back into the rain, and she stood there, shaking violently, wondering if he felt the drops at all or was instead made from them. A vision formed of mist and soil and sky. ----- After long correspondence, Ona Privett accepts the marriage proposal of a...

“Do you love me?” He reformed her question, and her stomach knotted. Now, he asked too much of her. “I asked you first,” she whispered. She swallowed her regret, a wall erecting between them. He wanted those words from her, but she couldn’t say them. For in saying those three...

Gio twisted his shoulders, jerking himself upright, and hooked a foot around the door frame. One last try. There had to be a way out. “Sergeant,” he shouted. “Stay strong. Don’t give up.” Don’t give up. God, help me. God. He would answer. Somewhere there was a purpose in this. But...

A lifetime. How had the boy who pulled pranks become a man who talked about lifetimes? ----- Sent south for the summer, eighteen-year-old Iris Willow expects the next three months to be the worst. After all, there can't be anything interesting about eight brothers raised on a small-town...

Josh blinked. He could still kiss her. Then he'd know if he was crazy to think it at all. If it flopped, they could laugh it off. "Well, I guess …" she began. She reached for the knob. "Wait." She tilted her head up, and he inhaled, his nerve wavering, then...

"Go ahead," I said calmly. "Yell at me. Once again, all I remember is Jordan. Oh, yeah, and I remembered where I kept the chocolate, too. Only now, I think I'll share it rather than eat it all myself or do you have a problem with that?" His reply came out a sort of hissing...

Tears burned behind her lids, and unwilling to let them fall, Dorothy ducked her head, sucking in a needed breath. He'd apologize for Drew? Especially when Drew had gone out of his way to run her away from him. The comparison stood stark in her mind, Louis's gentleness against Drew's anger. Rival...

A steady crackling came to my ears. It was heavier than any animal or bird I knew of and rather uneven. Stomp. Scrape. Stomp. Scrape. I flicked my gaze over my shoulder. "Who's there?" I called, and I gripped my rifle. No one ever came here but me, but maybe something had happened with Paula...

*NOW WITH REFERENCES* If I take the wings of the morning*…even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. (Psalm 139:9-10)* She drew in a breath. "He's brought me here for Love. That is the highest calling He bestows. He is Light, but He is Love. It's His...

He turned his back to her and stepped away, then halted and revolved on one heel. “I can’t,” he said. He returned to where he’d been, and the quiet seemed to enclose them, his breath and hers the only noises besides the whisper of falling snow. “I can’t just walk away.” ----- When...