Devotion Novels & Stories

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Riven said lowly, “if you say ‘we don’t know’—” “We know some,” Saint interrupted. “The bond adapts to its host. With Luca, it’s not feeding on guilt.” “Then what?” Luca asked. Saint looked at him carefully. “Devotion.” The word landed heavily. Riven’s hand stilled. Luca frowned. “Devotion to what?” Saint’s gaze flicked—just once—to Riven. The room went quiet. Wolf straightened slowly. “You’re saying the thing inside him is tethering itself to—”

Even though she had never attended college, Nicholas had made an unprecedented exception by allowing her to work beside him, becoming increasingly indulgent toward her. Over three years, Madison had barely worked at all, while he and Brandon had both been extraordinarily devoted to her. Yet, with me, his actual girlfriend, he had even... Nicholas didn't even dare to think any further. Madison glanced at him, panicking when she noticed his silence. She didn't know when it started, but lately, both Nicholas and Brandon had grown cold toward her. They definitely hadn't been like this before. Madison wondered—didn't they dislike me? She was just one step away from being able to replace me.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

She woke up something in me I thought was long dead, Not softness, Not tenderness but purpose, direction, Obsession that has sharpened into devotion. Devotion for her! And now that she’s beneath me, trusting me, wanting me, there is no fucking universe where I walk away again. She deserves better than the broken, scarred thing I am But I’m going to become better anyway because she deserves that version of me and because if anything ever hurts her again, if anything ever threatens her life, her body, her peace…… I will end it personally, Completely and without remorse. She’s not just a principal anymore, she’s not an assignment,

For one disorienting moment she could not tell where her own chest ended and his began, whether the slow tightening beneath her ribs belonged to her or to him. Devotion. Adoration. The emotions settled differently than desire had. Desire burned. These remained. They spread through her like sunlight through stained glass, illuminating rather than consuming, carrying a weight that felt frighteningly real because it asked nothing of her except recognition. The realisation moved through her slowly, but with absolute clarity, the shape of it impossible to mistake now that she had felt it, not just once, but enough to understand the distinction. This wasn’t hunger s

“You do not know love. You know obsession.” “I know enough,” he replied. “And I will show you what devotion looks like. I will show you every day you spend here.” He leaned closer again, speaking softly near my ear. “You will never be alone again. Not even for a moment. I will be here. Watching. Guarding. Wanting.” “Never,” I whispered. His breath touched my skin with a quiet, chilling laugh. “I can wait.” He straightened and moved toward the door. Before leaving, he turned back, his face shadowed with something twisted and consuming. His expression held no triumph or rage. It held something far more frightening. It held the kind of de

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

(unedited) Same Day — Dev’s Office The storm outside mirrored the brutal climate inside the corporate skyscraper, where Dev had retreated into a relentless, suffocating obsession with his work. Lately, his mind existed in only one place: the relentless pursuit of absolute control and unyielding profit. Driven by a cold, hardened philosophy that he had quietly adopted along the way, Dev had come to believe a bitter truth about the world—that power and wealth were the only currencies that commanded loyalty, that the heavier your pockets, the deeper people would bow.

“You are safe here.” She remembered scoffing internally. Safe had become a word people used too easily. “Devotion Assurance is designed to support clarity, purpose, and emotional alignment,” the voice continued. “Participation is voluntary. You may disengage at any time.” A pause. “Do you wish to proceed?” Mara had hesitated. She told herself she was just tired. That this was no different from meditation protocols, from the grounding exercises Rowan himself had once taught during a brutal winter. “Yes,” she had said.