Devoted Restoration Novels & Stories

he said, his voice firmer now, “I mean it. You deserve it. Not as a favor, not as compensation. You deserve it because the world took too much from you already.” My throat tightened slightly. He glanced down at my wrist. “You once had perfect hands. All I’m doing is trying to repair what was damaged. I can’t even fully return it to what it was. So don’t call it extraordinary. It’s just correction.” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My wolf went very still. Reuben gently held my wrist again, more carefully this time, like I might break. “Anderson told me you worked with antique porcelain,” he said. “Those restoration tools... they require extreme precision. You must’ve been exceptional

He then clutched his chest, closed his eyes, and murmured, "I won't give up on you, Odessa." … In the following days, Ansel clung to Odessa relentlessly. He would follow her whenever she went for a walk, presenting her with gifts and her favorite flowers. Though his efforts were consistently disregarded or outright discarded, he never gave up. He would also always take vigil outside her door when she chose to stay in her hospital ward. The nurses, who initially tried to talk him out of it, eventually decided to just leave him to it. In just a week, Odessa had made a near-full recovery to the point where she could be discharged. Conversely, Ansel seemed to have taken a turn for the worse, lik

"There's a tale about the very first guardian of the moon. He was so mighty, mind and body, that Bulan loved him so dearly. You see, all guardians struggle with Guardian's Fidelity, but not him, the pioneer. He was able to achieve Divinity which was believed to be the reason why guardians could retribute even after death when the Bakunawa wins over them, giving us all the chance to squeeze its heart to death." "You keep mentioning Guardian's Fidelity, tatay. What's that anyway?" Luna wondered. "Right. Guardian's Fidelity is a state wherein a guardian "does the real duty". It's very, very hard to maintain." ""Does the real duty"?" Luna asked, puzzled. "There's a power dynamic in manifesting t

At the banquet a lot of things were getting auctioned and Encha didn’t participate much that was until an eye-catching bracelet caught her eye. When Keaton saw his little wife’s interest in the bracelet, he bided for it until he won it. He didn’t care about the hundreds of millions he spent for it, as long as his wife was happy then all was worth it. The ladies couldn’t help but look at Encha in a new light. To think that her husband will spoil her like this, they didn’t know what to think at all. Vanity could only smile happily as she saw this interaction between the couple. It was good that they were in love, their love reminded her of hers with her husband. They also acted like newlyweds

she said. Callum Veth had been an archival restoration specialist for thirty years. He'd worked with fragile documents in a dozen countries, developing methods for recovering damaged or deliberately altered manuscripts. He'd been approached by Aldara four and a half years ago through a professional contact a discreet inquiry about his availability for a sensitive restoration project on a private island. "She told me a section of a succession document had been damaged," he said. "Water damage, she said. She needed someone with the skills to work with the physical pages without causing further deterioration."

Roger nodded dumbfounded place the document on the table. " It is the testament written by Mrs knight's father, he wanted to give everything to his daughter, but after the news of the death of Mrs purple, we had no choice but to hand over the company to Albert. But now that we knew she is alive, we can take the company back. Mrs knight told me everything about your relationship and incident in the past, so I have prepared all the company documentation. " " Alright, Mr Roger, I will inform my wife you may leave now. "

he said smiling, his words and expressions could convince even the baddest detective of his innocence "I am marveled by your magnanimous nature sir, I really apologize for my past behavior. Thank you so much for not holding it against me and the company" I continued making sure to stroke his ego " Like I said, the past is the past, now we move on to the future. Do not worry I will reach out to your uncle and we will reach an agreement very soon" he had this smug expression in his face like he was up to something and that did not sit well with me but I had to continue the charade

He reached, instead, for my hand, and held it a moment without saying anything, and I understood that he was giving me the same courtesy I had once given him in a cold upstairs study — the courtesy of not being alone with a thing, without being asked to explain it yet. "There's more." I turned to the next citation, my voice barely above a whisper now, because I had found, cross-referenced against a restoration invoice dated the same month as an entry we had already read once before, in a different box, in a different hand: *In memory. For the restoration work. As discussed.* Page twenty-two, line three: *Vale, D. — auditor's colleague, deceased, cause recorded as cardiac. Second payment auth

When he grew into his human form, his little mole started to grow as well. Taylor had always been sensitive about it, but I would constantly give him pep talks, telling him it was what made him special. I told him the mole could have been a tear I shed on him in my last life, which meant I was the one who had to make up for it in this life. He believed me, and he started to gain confidence in his looks. He had only left me for three short months, yet the Kumiho with bright, beautiful fur that I used to take great care of now had sullen eyes and walked with a slouch. One could see life’s pressures taking a toll on him by his face alone.

“Are Jasper’s legs getting a little better?” Casper’s hands that were peeling the walnuts stiffened a little before he nodded. “Yes, the doctor said that he was quite cooperative during the rehabilitation. He should be recovering fast.” “That’s great then...” That man was truly a lunatic. If hatred was kept in one’s heart for a long time, it would become rooted in the heart, and it would grow and bear more fruits of hatred. “Sum.” Outside the ward, a familiar voice made Summer’s entire body tense up.