Devotion Mga Nobela at Kwento

Our devotion is an absolute mirror: my wolf belongs to him, and his beast is bound to my submission. I never anticipated my capacity for devotion would match the sheer velocity of my historical defiance. I harbored the illusion that the game of mutual destruction would be the final endpoint of our timeline. But love? That is the most lethal suppressor in the territory. I recognized the reality the moment we extracted from the Shrine and returned to his quarters—that his devotion to my submission can force his hand to execute actions that violate his own protective instincts. It grants my wolf more

"I don't want them." A teacher walking past slowed her steps. "Oh," she said with a smile. "Mr. Grimhollow, that's so thoughtful." Asher chuckled lightly and turned to the teacher. "I've been trying to convince Teresa that divorce doesn't mean we can't be kind to each other." The teacher chuckled. "I wish more parents thought like that." Teresa felt every pair of eyes drift toward her. She knew this game. If she refused the flowers, she'd look bitter.

Her voice faltered as she blinked. "My fault!" He whispered, wiping her tears. "it okay, stop crying" he dropped, his voice soft and calm as she gasped in disbelief... ★ QUARTERS* Tatiana raced into her room locking the door behind her, she was still trying to process what earlier happened but she can't believe it. He stylishly apologized to her! What the F*ck. Does a devil apologize? She can't believe this! Tatiana inhaled and exhaled slowly.

Gideon By the gods, this woman was going to be a pain in my ass. I had to choose one with such a fiery temper. Nevermind her temper, she was vengeful. Spiteful. She was absolutely diabolical. She was perfect. The way she ripped his trachea straight from his throat was so masterful. The clean separation of his head from his body was going to be engraved in my memory forever. Oh, but the thing that got me the most, was watching her suck the soul from him. It made me hard just thinking about it.

he said. I nodded, narrowing my eyes. “You once asked me a question. You might not remember, but I will ask the same question to you today. Did you ever truly love me, or was it always just the mate bond?” Devon knit how brows as he contemplated me. “Love and lust are two different things. Duty and devotion are different, too.”

Before he could ask further, I continued. “Why are you doing all of this for me? We… aren’t even that close.” My question startled Leo. It was true that I had finally cleared up the misunderstandings from before, but I still had no way of convincing myself that Leo’s feelings for me would never change. Leo was the kind of person who always placed the greater good above personal interests. If forced to choose between different priorities, Leo would never place love first. A person incapable of intense emotions like ordinary people, so why would he painstakingly prepare gifts for me every single year?

He listened to the officiant’s words more fully now, the ceremony moving through its familiar structure, and when it came time for him to speak his own vows, he found the words arrived easily, because he’d thought about them for weeks, wanting to get exactly right the particular weight of what he actually meant to promise her. He told her that he’d spent years learning what devotion required before he understood what it felt like to have that devotion returned in equal measure. He told her that she’d taught him the difference between being needed and being chosen, and that he intended to spend the rest of his life choosing her,

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

And now, all she wanted was to divorce Ansel. Odessa's heart went numb with pain, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks. She pushed Ansel away and said, "Do you remember when we first got together at 17? I told you I'd leave without hesitation if you ever betrayed me. You promised you never would. It was a matter of principle." When she'd been murdered, her killer had stabbed her 17 times. Each wound was a cruel echo of the blind devotion she'd held at 17. Ansel's gentle mask cracked. His eyes grew cold, glittering with disdain. "Principle?" he scoffed. "Do you really think something we said as kids still matters?

"In your dreams. How long have you even known her, Elliot? Do you really know what kind of person she is? We're siblings, but in your eyes, she outranks me?" Elliot's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Siblings? Gracie, you're a woman, yet you fight for Dad's favor and claw after the family fortune. How am I supposed to see you as a sister? "Only Ava truly loves me. Only she is selfless. You're full of schemes, and Sophie is utterly foolish! You two only think of yourselves! My friend likes you so much. I gave you a chance with him, so why wouldn't you? You insist on hanging on to Lionel, but has he ever truly noticed you?"