Adult Devotional Novels & Stories

Tuesday 4th BIBLE STUDY 16:30 I felt chills all over, definitely not the good kind, i smiled at cherry and gave her a hug, i was searching for myself but cherry was really precious to me, i wouldn't mess it up a second time. I stood in front of the familiar structure waiting to be burned to crisp, for the skies to turn red, my bones turned to ash and my soul handed to the devil but none of that happened. I walked in, took a seat on the last pew like usual, held my rosary in one hand as i keyed into the sermon. "-this is the time when the devil will like to lure you into his trap, where the devil will use any means possible to push you away from salvation, away from Gods grace, away from the

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

“Boss? Not a master?” She eyed him weirdly. “Are you even worthy? Not even that, you’re willing to take a four- five- year old girl as your master? Wow. You must be really desperate.” His face immediately turned crimson, and because of his delicate appearance, he looked like a blushing shy wife. “I-I… can I truly be a cultivator if I call you boss? Will the seniors of your...Church...be willing to take in a cripple like me?” “Brat, you are not even crippled. Not to mention, even if you are truly crippled, so what? Rocks can cultivate and become sentient, what more a human?”

Not now, not ever. The city seemed impossibly large and yet unbearably small. Every shadow might conceal danger, every alley might hide enemies, but Nicholas no longer feared. His grief was a weapon, sharpened by love and loss. And his heart, though fractured, beat for Rafe still, carrying the weight of every stolen kiss, every whispered confession, every night they had shared in both lust and longing. He turned back to the room, the journal still clutched to his chest, and allowed himself one final whisper into the darkness: “This world may have taken you, Rafe, but I will carry you with me, always. Every heartbeat. Every breath. Every sin. Every devotion.”

“I’ll help ya to your room.” Roslyn went to her room after helping David settled in his room; they skipped their usual night devotion because neither of them is in the right state of mind. David sat on the edge of his bed with the holy bible lying next to him; he wanted to read the scripture so badly, but he worried he wouldn’t know what exactly to read. The last time he’d read the scripture was fourteen years ago, when he was still a young teenager. David meticulously picked the bible and opened it page by page until he got to the book of Nahum 3:19. The scripture that has to do with healing, not just healing of the physical body but of the mind and heart. He read diligently so as not to mi

She responded to each with a smile, and the irritation she had felt from her earlier encounter with Ansel gradually faded. "I got this for you, Odessa." Someone with a gentle, almost hesitant voice placed a small, beautifully packaged gift box on Odessa's desk. It was from Xavier Johnson, the classmate seated just behind her. The moment their gazes met, he blushed and said hurriedly, "It's meant to ensure your well-being." "Thank you," Odessa replied, smiling as she accepted the gift box. She then opened the box to find a tiny, intricately made safety charm pendant inside.

She opened the message,it was an audio recording. She pressed play. Static crackled for several seconds. Then a man's voice filled the room. It was Asher. "...she'll never leave me alive." Someone else said something too quietly to understand. Asher laughed. The sound scraped across the silence of the bedroom. The recording ended abruptly.

When he didn't I was getting depressed and often started thinking that I was greedy, clingy, and didn't deserve his attention. Kaisei was completely different. Each day, as soon as I woke up I found new text from him. He wished me a beautiful morning, send a picture of the coffee that he was about to drink, and the sunrise or sunset view pics he did from his apartment. It was sweet, sometimes a little childish, especially considering he was 27 years old, but it was sweet. He was bringing sunrays into my life… I was learning how to smile natural again.

"Why?" Mom pushed me to the ground, picked up that dark, pulsating thing, and swallowed it in a few bites. "Laura, I love you the most. Now, I need a favor from you. You won't turn me down, will you? Let me wear your skin, okay? Please. "I want to be like your grandma. If I gain immortality, I'll always remember the good things about you. Don't worry, Laura. I'll be gentle so that it won't hurt too much."