365 Devotional Book Novels & Stories

Instead, he looked almost tired. "Anything else?" "They said I don't know what you did." Silence. I watched his face carefully. He wasn't surprised. That scared me more than anything. "You know who it was." "No." "You're lying." He looked away. I stepped closer. "You know." "Drop it." "No." His gaze snapped back to mine. "Christiana." "No!" I raised my voice. "I'm tired of everyone telling me to stop asking questions. I'm tired of being locked in a room. I'm tired of people talking about me like I'm some secret I'm not allowed to understand."

"The Little Star That Found Home." Teresa took it, turning it over in her hands. The cover was new, there wasn't a crease or scratch at all. "I don't remember buying this." "You didn't." Emma grinned. "It was already in my room." Teresa looked up. Mrs. Lim's forehead creased. "I've never seen that book before." Emma reached for it again. "Open it." Teresa did. The first page held a short handwritten message in neat black ink.

I turned around again on my bed trying to find a magic position to make me sleep and forget reality. I just couldn't rest, as I turned around my eyes landed on that one book, that one book I do not like to cslla book , I call it life. I got off my bed and walked to my drawer to pick up my bible. I had gifted one to Desiree and I had one with me. I opened it up and started reading…. One hour later…. I closed down on my bible with a heavy sigh from my lungs. My heart was now steady and normal. I looked at the bible again and just smiled, funny how much life it had and no one seems to understand the gravity it has, the amount of life it gives.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

He was willing to throw us all away for one woman. Rage and despair twisted in my chest. I screamed, "Elliot Quinn, are you even human? Are you really going to wait until we're dead before you believe me and Sophie? Did you forget what you've seen with your own eyes?" He had been reborn, same as me. So why wouldn't he believe us? He sneered. "You just want Dad to hand the company over to you, right? But you'll get married someday. What's the point of giving you everything?

“It breaks my heart to see you like this. It could be good for you. Just to get out there and get a routine going.” “I don’t want to get out there,” I uttered. “Maybe,” she pushed in a pleading voice. “But it is what you need. Brandon said his friend, Colin McLaren, needed someone to take care of light finance data entry tasks. See where it takes you till you decide what you want to do.” “Whatever,” I mumbled flat. “Eve,” she started in her motherly voice. “You can’t live off your book royalties if you are not promoting and writing. That income will wither away.”

"Do you want me to help you take a shower?" "No, I can." I got up. I like him being rough with me and then gentle. Although he was trying his best not to drain my energy. I took a shower and had breakfast with him. Since it was Sunday, Ryan intended on working from home while I was already done with the drafts for the collection which I will be launching soon. However, my head is still filled with plenty of ideas for the upcoming projects but it doesn't hurt to take a day off, right? Before, I would indulge myself into this boring Ryan-less environment, I got a text from Beth.

she asked, her voice curious. I hesitated, trying to think of a specific example. "Well, miss, I've seen Raphael reading books on history and philosophy. Maybe, if you could show him that you're interested in those things too...maybe he'll start to see you in a different light." Riezel's face lit up with excitement. "That's a wonderful idea, Delilah!" she exclaimed. "I'll start reading those books right away!" I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. Maybe, just maybe, this would help Riezel win Raphael over. And even if it didn't, at least she would have gained something from the experience - a new appreciation for history and philosophy.

"Grandpa, didn't you ask me this question a few days ago? I was concerned that she wouldn't accept the gift if I gave it to her since she's still upset with me. I just wanted to make her happy." Joseph looked at him helplessly. "If you'd been... Forget it. It's important to admit mistakes and correct them. Just be kind in the future. Alright?" Trevor nodded in agreement and spent some time sitting with Joseph. Then, he left. The bracelet was indeed from him. It had a special effect, and as long as she continued to wear it, its effects would soon reveal themselves. Trevor eagerly anticipated that moment. On the way back, Angela constantly glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, occasionally usi

The nasty words weaved cruelly, tearing apart any positivity I had spouted. It was exhausting having to deal with them. It was exhausting being me. I slouched in my seat, trying my hardest to huddle deeper in the hoodie I was wearing. The soft furry material that coated the inside my hoodie caressed my skin delicately. A comforting wave of heavy coffee beans and rich leather surrounded me in a soothing cocoon. My hand lazily worked to draw whatever I could to destress my scrambled thoughts. I tuned out the quiet hum around me, gaze focused on every detail that littered my page.