Couple Devotional Book Novels & Stories

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

“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

As time crawls by, I glance around the Cathedral while thinking about how much my life has changed. It feels like an entire lifetime has passed since I married Angelo. Besides the incident in Sicily, everything has been perfect. I lower my head as a smile curves my lips. Angelo might be a devil when it comes to other people, but with me, he’s an angel. I’ve never felt so loved before. I hear movement, and lifting my head, I see a parishioner leave the confession booth. “I’ll be right back,” I say to Tiny as I get up.

Her eyes moved down the first page and stopped at the figure near the bottom, printed in clean black type. Plaintiff seeks repayment of living expenses, personal loans, and marital contributions totaling $312,000, on the grounds that the defendant made no meaningful financial contribution to the marriage. The man was already gone. Sarah stood beside her, reading over her shoulder, and the apartment was very quiet. Mia folded the papers. She slid them into the same pocket as the flash drive.

Breathless and soft. The air in the kitchen feels different than it did a moment ago. It is thicker somehow. Warmer. Leon still hasn't stepped back. I'm very aware of how close we are. The heat radiating off his body. The faint trace of his cologne, something clean and dark that I've started to recognize without meaning to. My pulse is hammering wildly beneath my skin. I think about what Nicole told me once, laughing over her escapades during a free period. Girl, when you're ovulating, your body betrays you completely. You'll want to press yourself against the nearest wall. Or person.

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

like a bomb, such a topic could shatter his world. He hesitated for a moment, grappling with the memories he had long kept hidden. A bitter smile formed on his face as he fell silent, carefully choosing his words. "I have chosen to embrace celibacy. Child, I am committed to abstaining from romantic relationships with women. The love bestowed upon humanity by our Father is a love I will never despise." "I'm afraid I cannot share much information about that love you just mentioned. However, sister, if you don't mind, I would like to hear more about this guy. You seem to have more to share about the weight of your heart," he added.

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

It’s such a small act, but it feels like a lifesaver in the middle of a storm. We don’t talk. There’s nothing to say. But standing there, holding his hand, I feel a flicker of hope…like maybe things aren’t as broken as they seem. Maybe, despite everything, there’s still something left between us. But it’s only for a moment. I know that. And times don’t last forever. Just when I start to believe that maybe things might settle, everything falls apart.

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