Devotion Novels & Stories

I swore, "Ignazio, I swear I will send both you and Chiara to hell!" Then, I turned and walked away without hesitation. Only Ignazio remained behind, still kneeling where he was. He kneeled there for three days without moving. The weather in Hassena gradually turned colder, and a torrential rainstorm began. He was drenched from head to toe in the rain. Seeing that he was still kneeling outside, Benedetto walked to the window and asked, "It's pouring. Should I have someone throw him out?" I shook my head. There was no emotion in my eyes save for bone-chilling animosity.

The noises Ruth and Ivan made pierced my ears. I wanted to cover them so I wouldn't have to listen to them, but the noise penetrated my soul. I clamped my ears as hard as possible, but it didn't help. I couldn't escape, either. It was as if I'd been placed under a spell that bound my soul to Ruth. I couldn't get away from her. I could only watch as my fiancée, the woman I loved more than life itself, slept with my murderer. I was so disgusted that I wanted to puke.

Henry's POV --- "Everyone Quiet!" Miss Dorothy shouted at the students and the room instantly became quiet. "This is your new classmate, I know how you all think, don't try to do any funny business on my watch." She said strictly, and moved to the side to give me space to introduce myself. 'What should I tell them?' "Hello, I--I'm Henry Cooper, 18 years old. And I love reading books." I weakly said, still embarrassed about the situation earlier.

Rose for the first time couldn't understand where he was going with this but then it all clicked on his next words. "They were all right .... Until.... Now. I know one thing for sure , that my missions, my fights are not going to be business anymore. They are going to be more personal. I won't be striving to win anymore. I will be striving for someone. Someone who takes my breath away. Someone who made me feel something I wanted to feel for years. I want to be the only one for that someone. The only one she runs to when she is scared. The only one to take her fears and all her pain away. I was strong before but now I want to be stronger for her," Her breathing got heavy with his revelation.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

There was something about him that scared me, something that made me wonder if I was making a deal with the devil himself. But at the same time, there was something about Claus that drew me in. Something that made me want to trust him, to believe that he would do whatever it took to make sure I was happy. I looked at Claus, my eyes locked on his. "I don't know if I can trust you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Claus's smile never wavered. "You don't have to trust me, Delilah," he said. "You just have to believe that I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're happy. And I promise you, I will."

Tapping his glass against hers, Devon said, "To that point, I want to tell you something." Crooking a questioning eyebrow, Aphrodite remained silent and waited for Devon to continue. "I have something for you, Minnie." Devon paused to take a sip of his drink. "My faith. Not my faith in God, faith in you. I had some reservations about how my feelings for Athena might affect my feelings for you, but spending time with you has allayed most of those." "Most, but not all?" Aphrodite interjected.

The priest continues. The entire church is quiet and everyone is listening keenly to the priest speak. My palms are getting sweaty and I look up at Mitch. He looks comfortable, and dare I say, even confident. “This outward celebration we shall see and hear is an expression of the inner love and devotion they have in their hearts,” The Priest’s voice booms loudly in the church. Love? Devotion? I think I am going to puke. It seems like everyone else is enjoying the priest’s speech, they are all smiling and adoringly staring at us.

~Ren~ Dumbfounded, utterly astonished, that’s how I’m feeling at the moment. It’s not that he’s wrong, he’s totally right, yet I don’t want to show him any fucking clue. Am I that easy to read? He looks done perusing my thoughts, Devin broke the eerie silence hovering over us. “I know you…” he slurred. “Too well, agápi mou… coz I love you so much even if you push me away… you’re still the one my heart is longing for… you must love me still…” he shook his head. “You do, you have to…”

Pity. Sadness. The primal needs to protect and claim. Fifteen years had passed since I last felt those emotions. Then, two months ago, I saw her. And suddenly, the walls I had spent years constructing—layer upon layer of cold, hardened indifference began to crack. I had trained myself to feel nothing except anger and the relentless hunger for revenge. It had earned me my title. A monster. A devil. A ruthless bastard. And I wore it like a second skin.