Adult Devotional Novels & Stories

he lets go of my hand and stands up. “I have also been in pain once, the worst day of my life.” I say hurriedly, my stare burning into his back and he stops in his tracks, “I always thought I was immune to pain especially after that day..but today, today destroyed me. My dead heart came back to life but not in a good way, it came back to life bleeding and that blood broke my very soul.” I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger”

They only grew deeper in the hills and I stayed behind to tend to anyone who might come. Anyone. Shit. A woman shuffled in not long after, complaining of joint pain. I almost told her to get a pain reliever from the pharmacy down the road. The words sat right on my tongue. I caught myself just in time. My fingers trembled as I reached for Uncle Thomas’s book instead, the pages worn thin from years of use. I flipped through it too quickly, then slowed, forcing myself to breathe. They were all in fucking Chinese. Jesus. I brewed what I thought was right, praying silently that I was not about to poison someone. When she left, thanking me repeatedly, my knees nearly gave out from relief.

They’d had this conversation before. “Where’s David?” Emily asked, changing the subject. Jenna turned left, and then right, ohh over there, Jenna pointed across the pool. “Right there. Getting us more towels like the angel he is.” “Must be nice.” “It is.” Emily looked down at her wine glass. She hated feeling like this. Hated that she even had to complain about her own boyfriend on her birthday weekend. But Marco made it so easy to feel unimportant. Footsteps approached from behind. Emily didn’t turn around, but she heard him before she saw him.

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Is he gone again? I sighed. I get up to get ready for school and the first thing I do is to keep my bed in good condition. Last night, I remember as I fell asleep, he stayed. Guess I need to make myself always ready to accept that God always disappears and comes back whenever he likes to. But what if he is not coming back? I feel an ache in my chest, as if I was suffocated by its bitterness. Come now. Wake up. I said to myself, patting my cheeks. You are both in a different world. And you are just a puny human. Forget about that. Try to change the view and feel someone who is more human.

(Adira POV) I was waking up in my room in an apartment that my friend Leila allowed me to move in with her since we both work at the same nightclub. It’s been two years since my father was killed by the Burning Devils president Pyro. When my father refused him my hand that he decides to attack Black Panthers as he burns my father alive, and that’s how he got the name Pyro in the first place. My father was a great President to the club and even though a lot of people were afraid of him because not only his height, but also how big he was. He was 6”8” and at least almost 300 lbs of pure mussels, but he was the gentlest man to the ones he cares for. The club called him Bear because he was feare

That’s life. It is really difficult being an adult. The pressure is real. The time is yours to consume in productive way. It was a precious resource that we should spent carefully. Working until you fully decided to retire. I pray for everybody’s luck. I prayed solemnly… because in this moment, some are dying, and some are also being born. Thank you so much Dear Almighty father, for this day you’ve given me. You also saved me from the hands of that pervert guy. Thank you, you didn’t let something bad happened to me. @DEATH WISH

"I'm not a bear, Adam! Just give me a few minutes." Amusement colored Adam's reply, his laughter dancing through his words. "Alright, but it's nice to make sure you're still alive, you know!" With renewed energy, Divine untangled herself from the bedsheets and embarked on her morning routine. A cascade of warm water embraced her as she stood beneath the shower, and her thoughts drifted between the past month's journey from despair to sanctuary. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her reflection in the dimly lit tiles offering a glimpse of her changing body—four months along, a secret she held close.

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

I nodded eagerly, trying not to appear too green. Inside the clinic, I got to peek at the nurse’s station, a pharmacy corner, two exam rooms, and a large back office that looked more like a research library. Books and journals lined the walls, and a giant corkboard was filled with clipped medical articles, staff schedules, pinned photos of community outreach drives, and motivational quotes. One stood out to me. “Kindness heals faster than prescriptions.” “Who wrote that?” I asked, pointing. Tara gave a small smile. “Dr. Amos. He’s kind of the clinic’s heart. You’ll meet him tomorrow.”