Book Of Ruth Novel Novels & Stories

Abel’s hand paused, and he stared at her through his deep, dark eyes. Ruth was very honest. She did not need to lie about such a romantic secret. She continued, “You’ve heard about the person I was just talking to. She’s the author of The Gate to the Heart and my cousin.” A hint of understanding flashed across Abel’s deep eyes. As expected, her aunt was not celibate. This explained why she had the Cavendish family’s help. “It’s your turn!” Ruth added. “Very few people know that I have a cousin. My secret counts as a big one! You have to exchange it with a secret of the same magnitude!”

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

"I'm making the lucky guess that there was nothing else on your mind all through the night, besides this moment." "You guessed right," she said, wondering if he was stalling or if he had made her that promise just as an avenue to get to know her better. She had read a lot about such lovers in the romance novels that had been in her father's study. It would be simply unfortunate if he was as desperate and obsessive as the ones she had read about. "I kept thinking about your bold and audacious words when you said, ‘I will make you strong and formidable’." Roth ran his hand through his long hair. "Good thing I was in your thoughts at least."

He drew his fist and aimed a punch at my face. My instinct as a warrior took over. I saw the punch coming and ducked out of the way, slipping down the wall. His fist rammed into the wall and he grunted as he drew me up roughly by the shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" I stuttered, aiming to break through his icy face. Everything about him changed suddenly. The air of romance around us ceased and standing before me was the Ruthless Alpha Joash! I panicked, not knowing what to do. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking into his eyes, as I tried harder to break through him. But it wasn't working. The blue tint in his eyes remained rigid like a frozen ocean.

That made her a target. I stood and moved deeper into the shelves, running my fingers along the cracked spines. A book of lunar runes, its leather cover marked with silver filigree, caught my attention. Inside, sketches of crescent moons and unfamiliar sigils danced across the pages. Some had annotations in an old dialect, one my family rarely used. I whispered the translations under my breath: light woven into flesh, a daughter of tides, sought by shadow and flame. Each phrase was a riddle that offered no clear truth.

Ruth was still at the new estate, miles away, probably picking out curtains and planning a life for a family that no longer existed. She was waiting for us to come home to a sanctuary that we had already burned to the ground from the inside out.

On the other side… the lights were low, the room washed in drifting smoke. A sharp rip split the silence. Cloth gave way beneath rough hands, seams tearing, buttons skittering across the floor. What had been whole moments ago lay in shreds at her feet, the echoes of the sound still hanging in the air. “Let… LeLet go of me” Ruth's pleased with fear as the man sudden ferocity and the unbearable heat from his body made her skin burn painfully.

Although also Mennonite, I was very surprised to hear him say that each community had its own rules and habits of life. We arrived in a field where men were cultivating wheat while women were collecting the harvested remains which had been scattered on the ground behind. I had a nostalgic smile, I remember that my sister and I took turns pretending to be Ruth who was picking up the leftover wheat in Boaz's field who had ended up noticing it. It’s one of the most beautiful biblical love stories I know and it’s also my favorite. I expected people to give me curious and even cold distant looks like Ilya had at the beginning, thinking that I was banned from my community....but no! The looks were

Song recommended for this chapter: Dynasty by Miia Ruth’s POV My legs felt unsteady as I climbed the stairs, each step threatening to buckle beneath the weight of what I’d just done. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. When I reached the bedroom, Adrian was standing by the wardrobe, flipping through shirts, already changed into his sleepwear. He glanced toward me, his brows folding just slightly, suspicion flickering behind his eyes but, as usual, he said nothing.