Devotion Novels & Stories

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

However, if someone were to mention it, probably no one would believe it. Because over the years, Lucas had built a reputation as a devoted husband. Everyone watched as he stumbled along the path I had paved, finally gaining the confidence to stand by my side. Everyone knew that in this relationship, he was humble and pitiful, struggling as if stuck in the mud. A vast and endless struggle with no visible end. Just like the desperate young man he had been in the beginning. Standing on a crowded street, it seemed like he was drifting away from the rest of the world.

After getting home from the office I set my keys on the table and poured myself a scotch. I didn’t know how to go about getting Lilly to go on a date with me so I just said the first thing that came to my head. I can’t believe I actually made a bet that I could go a month without yelling or being rude, I’m really going to have to keep control of myself. I’ve always had a temper problem when things aren’t going as planned, I guess now is the time to learn how to control it.

Katie POV I've waited all day for this date, well if I'm being truthful I've waited the whole time we have been fucking for this date, I still can't believe he wanted to do this. maybe he does like me. Now time to plan what to wear, what will make him take me into the restaurants toilets and fuck me like he hates me, then go back to our table and eat dinner like nothing happened. Just thinking about that was making wet but no time for that, I need to get ready, I hopped into the shower to start get ready, I need to make sure I didn't need to shave my legs...other things too. The hot water hit my body, it felt so good.

~Haven's POV~ The Devil is everywhere. Especially outside this store. Don't get me wrong, I love collecting donations for the church, but some of these people really need Jesus! I cried out as a quarter bounced off of my chest into the jar. The guy walking into the store laughed. "You're welcome, Jesus Freak!" "Why do they have to be so rude?" My best friend Grace asked, pushing her glasses up on her dark brown face. Her chocolate eyes were filled with annoyance.

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“Tomorrow morning. First thing. I’ll tell them I’ve had a crisis of faith.” “Have you?” I trace patterns on his chest. “Had a crisis of faith?” “No.” He tilts my chin up to look at him. “I’ve had a revelation. I finally understand what devotion really means.” “And what does it mean?” “You.” He kisses me soft and slow. “It means you.” “Are you sure?” I search his eyes for doubt and find none. “You could keep your life. See me in secret. Keep being Father Dominic during the day.”

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 have," both Hector and I said simultaneously. The priest nodded and continued. "Very well, let us remember marriage symbolizes love and devotion between two people. We remember that love is patient, kind, doesn't envy, doesn't boast, isn't proud. It is not rude; it isn't self-seeking, keeps no record of wrongs, and is not easily angry. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices. A spirit always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. It is my understanding that Luna and Alpha have written their vows. "Alpha Hector, if you will," The priest paused and handed the microphone to him.