Novel & Cerita Devoted Novel

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.

Summer had given birth to two children for him, but they were only going to get married now…? ‘Hmph, Jasper. You’re so heartless.’ “What kind of woman is she? How did she turn you into such a loyal man?” Edward narrowed his eyes. He did not believe that Jasper would be devoted to her. ‘How can a scumbag, a man who treats others’ feelings like garbage, suddenly turn over a new leaf and be loyal to a woman? ‘We aren’t living in a fairytale!’ “She’s special. She’s the luck of my life.” As Jasper talked about Summer, his eyes lit up so much that he could make other people feel envious.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE: - DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1 & 2 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

she said curtly before walking off to unpack her belongings without sparing him another glance. Dexter abruptly stood and glared at her back as she moved about. After a long pause, he spat, "You ungrateful thing!" … Later that afternoon, Angela visited a pet shop. She brought home two new companions—a long-haired calico cat and a three-month-old Doberman. She named the cat Mitsy and the dog Dobby.

Ivy too, on the rare nights she's in the mood, though she fights dirtier than the guys and usually leaves me with a terrible bruise or two as a reminder. Or I'd visit some high-end bar where I’d easily find a woman for the night. It's been months since I had a quick, mindless fuck. Months have passed since the thought even crossed my mind, not since I started planning this mission, not since Gabriella Rosetti became a pawn in my lifelong mission. I used to think about sex occasionally, in the way men do, an itch that needed scratching every so often. Now when I try to picture having sex, try to summon any version of a faceless woman in a dim room, the only face that surfaces is hers.

Devon explained. Everyone was silent for a moment, digesting these words; Dominique was again struck by the fact that Devon understood his slaves, what motivated them, and what they were thinking. Dominique was also trained in this task, and noticed the subtle things that Jeannette did to bring pleasure to the man. She admitted in a minute or two that Jeannette was a serious pro at this task, and suspected that she would put as much passion into every task. Devon was right, this little girl was a slave at heart, and needed this kind of attention.

★ LUCIFER'S LAIR* Lucifer came out of his secret room grinning loudly. He walked towards the window to see Tatiana tiptoeing checking sideways. He smirked as different schemes played in his head. He left the window, turning away. ★ Tatiana walked slowly towards the exit as she opened the electric door slowly. Her subconscious mind was suspicious telling her to go back but she was confused. The exit was left opened meaning one thing. The devil's knows her plan! Why is she just getting caught!

The noises Ruth and Ivan made pierced my ears. I wanted to cover them so I wouldn't have to listen to them, but the noise penetrated my soul. I clamped my ears as hard as possible, but it didn't help. I couldn't escape, either. It was as if I'd been placed under a spell that bound my soul to Ruth. I couldn't get away from her. I could only watch as my fiancée, the woman I loved more than life itself, slept with my murderer. I was so disgusted that I wanted to puke.

Not when we’ve just started piecing each other back together. “Tell me it meant something,” I whisper. “Everything we’ve gone through… tell me it wasn’t just survival.” He pulls back slightly, his thumb brushing along my cheek. “It wasn’t survival,” he says. “It was devotion.” The word cuts through me like a blade - sharp, deliberate, undeniable. Devotion. It echoes in my chest, in my bones. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? This fierce, messy, all-consuming thing between us. Not just love. Not just obsession. But devotion, the kind that burns, that scars, that rebuilds what was broken.

“I’m still getting my house back.” A corner of my mouth lifted. “There it is.” Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “That delusion,” I said. “I was wondering when it would come back.” Her spine straightened instantly. “It’s not delusion. It’s determination. You can't scare me into resignation.” “Oh Matilda" I drawled lazily, pulling a strand of her fiery hair, "I get off on making pretty girls break"