Devotion Novels & Stories

I would rather burn in hell. I could see that her patience was running thin, I move around the shed and see a guard in front, I walk slowly behind him, I hit him and he passes out, I replace my gun with a silencer, gun behind my back I open the door slightly, I walk into the shed trying to be as quiet as I can be, thank God hearts were in our bodies, it would have caught attention with how loud it was right now.

He wanted to dominate her and control her, so she always obeyed his orders. The glass stone on their wedding ring symbolizes their heart. Calista's heart was so beautiful, so pure, and shone like a diamond, and it would give light to Vladimir's dark heart. ******

Yet standing here watching her right now with that child of hers, I think I may be coming close to understanding what it is that he never thought I'd be able to understand and especially not with his first grandchild Whitney. Devotion is the word which describes a summary of the relationship between her and Kelcie. As I stood there watching the both of them engross themselves in Kelcie's tea play, I could see this devotion expressed in its fullest in how she holds the child, in the attention she pays to the child even the unintelligible logic of children she seems to understand because of that child.

And when they arched and spilled again in front of him, so did he, silent, teeth gritted, knees clenching, a mess of euphoria without ever being touched. There, Zed whispered to himself. That's devotion. Not commanded. But freely given. And this time, he didn't need to chase another high. He just... sank. And watched them keep going. As if worshipping the altar he had become. The room smelled of salt and fire, of tension finally undone and then twisted right back into a loop. Zed never left the couch.

“You’re everything. You’re mine.” His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I tightened around him, drawing a deep growl from his chest. His pace remained steady, his thrusts slow but powerful, the friction sending shivers down my spine and making my toes curl. His gaze, intense and unrelenting, pinned me in place, and in it, I saw something I’d never fully allowed myself to acknowledge before. Devotion. Loyalty. Love. The raw emotion in his eyes made unnamable emotions swirl inside me. This wasn’t just physical. It was deeper, more profound, as though we were baring more than just our bodies to each other.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

He stared coldly into the camera and said, "Sophie, I spent five years by your side. And in that time, you've harvested my organs over a hundred times. "You're incredibly cruel. You're not even human. "My original loved you so much, did so much for you—and you threw it all away for some other man. You will never be happy again."

“I don’t want your yearning either. It all means nothing to me.” He looks at his hands before raising his eyes to me again. “Then what do you want?” Devotion. I want to see him devoted to me, utterly mine, because I realize that in this lifetime, I might only get him, even though we are a terrible match. I want him to prove to me over and over again that he will not be shaken or leave my side. For him to be devoted to me, belong to me, and no one else. But he doesn’t belong to himself. How can he give me something that he doesn’t have?

"You're reading too much into things." Dexter chuckled, eyebrows arching in mock amusement. "You're lying, Austin. The reason you tried so hard to come between us, to tear us apart, was all to satisfy your selfish desires. But from what I've heard, she only thinks of you in a brotherly way. All that devotion of yours—it's destined to be wasted." Although he had a faint smile on his face, his eyes were cold. He fixed his dark gaze on the man before him, looking as though he longed to crush every flicker of desire lingering inside Austin.

was not just lust but devotion, a vow carved in flesh and soul. I held him, swallowing his offering as though it were the very essence of his love. When his body sagged, chest heaving, his hands softened in my hair, no longer commanding but cherishing. In that moment, he was mine—utterly, irrevocably, forever.