365 Day Devotional Book Novels & Stories

It felt like he was holding on to the last moments with me. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was hungry but I couldn't eat until the next morning. I ran my hand through Min's hair and offered him the comfort I hadn't been able to offer him for days now. I was so happy to have him in my life. He had helped me complete my bucket list and the last year and two months had been amazing. The doctor said I had three hundred and sixty-five days but I had stayed alive for sixty days after that. I wouldn't exchange those sixty days for anything in my life. I had found my people. I got married, I fell in love and I felt love again, from my parents, my friends, and Min. I never had those bef

It felt like detoxing without the juice. I ordered several books ranging from the ones on boundaries and healing to self-worth. I read for hours until my eyes hurt. From every book I read, I made sure to have several highlighted pages. I scribbled notes in the margins. I wasn't just passing time or doing something I didn’t understand; I was rebuilding something in me that had been caved in. I stopped taking calls from people, Ryan especially. I cooked my meals and danced around in oversized shirts. I played sad songs and happy ones. I didn’t stop myself; I let myself be angry, then grateful, and then tired.

Whizzing, like I was going to die, tears cascaded my face and I shut my eyes wishing for death. "Why did you defy my orders!?" His words tumbled out like a quake but I didn't mind, I just wanted to die in peace. "Speak!" He charged and I realised that he wanted me to speak, but I was weak to the bones. My lips were like frozen sheets and they wouldn't move. What do I have to explain to the devil to gain sympathy? Nothing, than to plead for my life. "I am sorry…" I muttered in my head, not knowing if the words went out from my lips or not.

The heat of June is overwhelming but at the same time, I love it. I love the warmth of summer but at the same time, I absolutely hate the month of June. June 22nd. June 22nd is less than two weeks ago. It’s a Wednesday this year. 12 days away. It’ll be four years since I lost my role model, my guiding light, my best friend, and my one and only hand-picked by god, mother. I pray this year I don’t go into my week-long, stay in bed, don’t eat, cry myself to sleep depressive state.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

He’s so impatient! I stilled when I open the message. Chayim Neo: Good morning. May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of Holy Spirit (Romans 15:13). My mouth hanged open as I finished reading his message. Goodness gracious! I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to move from where I’m standing. With my trembling hands, I decided to turn the knob and grip my phone tightly.

-------------------- Upstairs, Emily sat on the bare floor, allowing the warm water spraying from the shower hit her body, still scared and in disbelief of what has happened over the past 24 hours. She stood up with almost the last strength she had left, walked to the room, threw a robe and that was when she decided, whatever this is? she’s not giving up, she won’t be cajunned to stay here. She opened the door, this time it wasn’t locked. Maybe Lothaire had thought she wouldn’t try to escape, well he must be an actual joke. “ I’ll keep trying to escape for 365 days” He doesn’t know me yet. He’s in for a long ride

Not even slightly. This man, I shook my head slowly, moving further inside with my arms tucked close, not touching anything. This is actually stunning. A desk sat clear in the center — except for a lamp, a pen holder with pens arranged by height, by HEIGHT, and a small neat stack of books to the right side. I drifted toward them naturally. Business. Economics. Architecture. And then— I stopped. Picked it up. A woman on the cover wearing thin panties. Long legs. Strappy bra. The kind of cover that needed absolutely no explanation about what was inside.

Her legs were hurting like hell from fire as she couldn't move. She stick to that spot as she continued weeping profusely. If only she had listened to Francesca! If only she wasn't desperate! She wouldn't have found herself here. She's trapped in the devil's web where she can't get out ever again... ★★★★★ NEXT DAY* TRAINING GROUND* Lucifer was in his own personal training ground, as always, he was claded in black armless top revealing his tattoos on his arm and a black trousers. He wasn't putting on an hat like he always do!

Oh shoot. It didn't matter how stoned I was, there was one thing I had to do before I met up with sleep. Reaching over to the nightstand, I retrieved my old, tattered bible and opened to where it was bookmarked. With the weight of sleep anchoring down my lids, the words on the page blurred, but I strained nonetheless and repeated the highlighted words of Proverbs; words I'd been reading every night for the past six years: Oh God, I beg two favors from you; let me have them before I die.