Devotion Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Not flawless, but devoted. The house, once filled with quiet shadows, laughter that had faded too soon, and the lingering ache of past mistakes, was now filled with small joys: the soft gurgle of a newborn, the faint squeak of a crib, the warmth of shared smiles between two people learning together. Devon carried the weight of responsibility with humility, sometimes with awe, but always with unwavering commitment. Each day, each night, each gentle touch, each whispered reassurance was a promise renewed.

He steps back, smiling again at me, “what are you willing to do for love Isa?” I drop my gun and scoff, “what the fuck is wrong with you hm? What do you want from me?” “Cause I'm willing to go to any extent just to get what I want” he brings out a gun completely ignoring my question and staring at it, “my father gave me this, he said ‘son, whatever you do in life, do with all your might’” he chuckles softly and his eyes meet mine, “I'm sure Cara knows the real you now doesn't she? One kiss and boom, she…”

Whatever parts of myself I would have to destroy to protect him. I would. Because devotion, once chosen, doesn’t waver. And neither would I.

"Oh, Councilman Reed, you flatter me! Ashton is simply… devoted." *Devoted.* The lie hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Devotion felt like Novah’s tentative smile in the library stacks, the way her eyes widened when she grasped a difficult concept, the scent of vanilla and old paper that clung to her hair. Devotion was the memory of her body pressed against his in the cottage, the fragile hope in her voice when she whispered his name. Not this grotesque pantomime.

“I didn’t say bye.” “That’s quite alright,” he answered goodheartedly. “I am the same way when it’s time to go.” We stood there in silence. I didn’t know what to do or say. It was pretty apparent my social skills had suffered over the last eight months. Should I say thank you? I could see he was a kind man, and I didn’t want to seem rude or ungrateful. “You’ll come back, right?” he asked in a gentle voice, like he was trying to tame a wild animal.

Not when we’ve just started piecing each other back together. “Tell me it meant something,” I whisper. “Everything we’ve gone through… tell me it wasn’t just survival.” He pulls back slightly, his thumb brushing along my cheek. “It wasn’t survival,” he says. “It was devotion.” The word cuts through me like a blade - sharp, deliberate, undeniable. Devotion. It echoes in my chest, in my bones. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? This fierce, messy, all-consuming thing between us. Not just love. Not just obsession. But devotion, the kind that burns, that scars, that rebuilds what was broken.

person. He had tons of girls all over him. All he cared about was his reputation and what people were saying about him. He was cocky and annoying. He liked to get reactions from other people. Nothing about that was boyfriend material. "Okay, okay-my bad." Dom also placed his mug down on the table and raised his hands up in defence, laughing at my abrupt defensiveness. "I just thought that's what you meant." "And what in the world could possibly make you think that?"

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `