Devoted Restoration Novels & Stories

Calista’s dad replied and turned off his cell phone. ******

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

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.

His face was already a ghastly blue from the cold, and his lips quivered as he spoke, presenting a truly miserable sight. He shakily retrieved a protection charm from his pocket and continued, "I made this protection charm while I was in the hospital. It has a piece of my hair woven into it. Can we please start over, Odessa?" Odessa accepted the protection charm, gave it a fleeting glance, then heartlessly hurled it to the ground and stomped on it fiercely. "You should get this garbage out of my sight! You ought to know that there's absolutely no chance between us, Ansel. Please get out of my sight!"

My leader came to see me while I was hospitalized, and he lamented, "You can't work at the frontlines anymore, Jonathan. Not with that body." I shook my head, smiling. "It's alright. Logistics is important too." My leader nodded. "Glad to hear the optimism." He took out a file from his suitcase and handed it to me. "This is the state's latest research. It's about microchips. I saved a spot for you. Think about it."

"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

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.