Dedication 7 Novels & Stories

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

****** SPICE HIGH** Seven was seating at the rooftop alone,his headphones hanged around his neck,the song was playing silently. He suddenly checked the time and he stood up,,they are supposed to leave the school by 2pm and it's 2 already He started walking toward the entrance but then Theo came in and they both stopped walking on seeing each other,, Seven looked away first and made to pass his side but Theo spoke up "I hope you're enjoying the fame" He said and Seven stopped,,he faced him back

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Seeing as everyone had settled down, Zedekiel stood before his people, his very presence commanding attention and the entire place instantly quieted down. "Today we gather not only to celebrate our heritage but to honor our God and the strength he has bestowed upon us." Zedekiel began, his voice resonated through the air, rich and commanding, carrying the weight of authority and reverence. "This competition is more than a test of skill; it is a testament to our unity, courage, and respect for the land we hold dear."

With the cathedral fully restored and the ministry thriving, it was the day of the re-dedication service—a symbolic rebirth of the mission that had been forged through fire. "Today," Arthur began, his voice resolute, "we do not just dedicate bricks and stone. We dedicate every tear shed, every prayer uttered, every soul reached. We rise from the ashes of betrayal, stronger in spirit and united in truth." A loud chorus of "Amen" rang through the hall. Isabella stepped forward, her white gown trailing like mist across the dais. She reached for Arthur’s hand, her grip firm, warm. Together, they addressed the congregation as one—symbolizing not only their shared leadership but the intimate bond

--- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stands in front of me. Nicholas. Younger. Sharper. Colder in a way that feels cleaner, less fractured. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are ruined — dark and burning, locked onto me like I’m the axis the world spins on.

The officiant continued with saying the same to me. " Now, Elina, please repeat after me. I, Elina Gregore Saint James, promise that from this day until my last I will love you, care for you, and celebrate you. You are my closest friend, my other half, and the one that I will treasure forever. I dedicate my energy to bringing you days filled with laughter, joy, tenderness, and unwavering love. "

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

At the party celebrating the multimillion-dollar deal I've landed, my husband, Nick Ferguson, is about to announce my promotion and raise, but Ruby Holm, his secretary, deliberately interrupts him by feeding him her drink. My germaphobic husband doesn't even flinch. Without thinking, he puts the straw she has just used into his mouth. The employees immediately start teasing them, asking when they're getting married. Instead of denying it, Nick promotes Ruby to department manager. A coworker nudges my elbow. "Chloe, you've been with Mr. Ferguson for ten years. You're really not going to say anything?" I let out a cold laugh and toss my equity transfer agreement to Ruby. "Mr. Ferguson, d

What a way to start the school year. ### Dedication To my sister Cathi, a shining star. Thank you for your love and support. ***