Devotion Novels & Stories

"Devote? But I don't love you. How can I devote myself to you?" "Between husband and wife, there's a stronger bond than love. That's the bond of respect and trust. If you respect me and I respect you...if you trust me and I trust you...then other feelings will naturally follow. Devotion in a simple term is trust, respect. As long as we have these two in our relationship, our bond can withstand the test of time. So what do you say, little hybrid? Will you be my wife?" Hearing such words from the mouth of the Demon Lord wasn't only astonishing, but as unbelievable as the moon embracing the sun. Of course, Shamsiya didn't believe he was sincere. Only a fool would

Something about how difficult it must be to "start over with a child." Lucas turned toward her. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't insult her. He simply spoke, his tone even and controlled. "Teresa has built a career, raised a child, and survived a marriage that most people in this room know almost nothing about." The room became quiet. Lucas continued, his words measured. "Being divorced doesn't make her less accomplished. Being a mother doesn't make her less of a woman. Surviving something doesn't give anyone the right to reduce her to what happened to her."

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.

That sentence just now had definitely struck his jealousy! Men were all the same. Praise them once, and they became smug and arrogant. There was no way I would let him have this sweet reward so easily. After all the suffering he caused me in my previous life, giving a little of it back now wasn’t too excessive. I needed him to understand that I too was a proud flower, not someone he could simply decide to pursue whenever he wanted, so that he wouldn’t grow overly confident and would instead try even harder. Together, we walked into the ballroom and immediately attracted everyone’s attention. The Dominic family’s influence truly was extraordinary. No matter where they appeared, they effortles

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?

That was something I had told him before, but he said he didn't have a sister like me. Some time later, Ava seemed to remember Lionel's existence. After all, in the elite circles of Eldoria, the Flynn family still held some weight. Yet, for some reason, Lionel—who had once been utterly infatuated with her—now devoted himself entirely to me, the one insisting on cutting ties with him. Ava sent message after message, but Lionel didn't reply to a single one. He even bragged to me. "Gracie, look. I'm not paying attention to her at all. My heart belongs only to you."

And they are mine. This is more than sex. This is devotion. It's a vow that no matter how hard things get, I would never abandon my men again. I mean, if I leave again, who knows how many innocent people they'll kill to find me again?

He had buried himself in the church, in sermons, in counseling, in responsibilities, and in carrying the burdens of other people. He became Pastor Timothy before he remembered how to simply be Timothy, and the man beneath the title slowly disappeared. He told himself that this was what devotion looked like—sacrifice, service, putting others before himself. And maybe it was. But somewhere along the way, he forgot that he was still human, still a husband, still someone who needed affection and connection.