Devotion Novels & Stories

His anguished confession drew attention. "I can't bear the thought of a life without you in it, Bienley. Hate me for what I did, but please don't leave me. I beg you to let me redeem myself, and even if it will take forever I will never cease" Devon's pleas rumbled with anguish, filled with a raw intensity and a deep-seated need for absolution.

Should relationships still have some boundaries, even if the parties knew each other well? Logan’s giant snake's head slithered up to my face, and he said, "Remember this, Elise. If someone truly loves you, his soul will only be free when he is with you. Any other place away from you will just be hell filled with pain." His eyes were filled with clarity and sincerity, as well as a sort of burning passion. I was taken aback. I suddenly felt like I had met Logan once before, a long time ago.

Sasha’s POV. “What’s your name?” the devil asked, breaking the long silence that reigned after my demand. I pretended not to hear him. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “What do you need my name for?” I spat, unfolding my arms. “I do not answer to you, remember? You’re just my possession.” Right. You should yank it out of my mouth, then. “So do you have a name or not? Don’t test my patience,” he growled.

I know, with a dreadful sensation, that he wants me because I am the only thing I have. "What are you looking for from me?" I ask, hardly raising my voice above a whisper. A little, icy smile curls Marco's lips. He states simply, "Loyalty." "Total and steadfast devotion." You are mine now and forever. You will follow my instructions without inquiry and at the appropriate time. I get a chill from his words, and I can feel his demand looming over me like a thick shroud. I understand his question. He wants authority over everything, including my life and my choices.

I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Good," he replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "VH14 is a drug that was created by your father, as you may or may not know. When injected into the body, the person who receives it will follow the first instruction given to them by the first person they see. They'll see that person as their master, as their God, and will be willing to do anything to please them, even if it means killing themselves."

I thought that people will only show their true potential when they’re at the end of the road. ‘What was more, Trevor is the smartest man I’ve ever met. He’s able to include everyone in his strategies and schemes. ‘It’s just that I didn’t expect him to use me while I was using him. Even if we are using each other, his hatred intensified over the years instead of fading away. It’s as if his hatred towards Thomas is a bottomless pit. No one knows what his black hole of resentment will swallow up next.’ Ever since he harmed Samson behind her back, she had started to feel agitated.

The other things. I know that love is not the adjusting. Not the small accommodations. Not making yourself easy to be around so the person you love will stay. I spent two years calling that devotion. It was not devotion. It was disappearing. And I was very good at disappearing and had mistaken it for loyalty for longer than I want to count.

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart. And Nicholas would never, coul

"This is the state's latest research. It's about microchips. I saved a spot for you. Think about it." I went through the file carefully and said yes to the offer. My leader grasped my hand, excited. "Marvelous. With you in our team, Jonathan, this research won't fail! But… you'll be gone for six whole years. Are you sure your partner's fine with it?" I nodded. "She will be. I'm serving the nation here. She'll understand." The leader patted my shoulder. "Good to know. The clock is ticking, so you'll only have one month to say your goodbyes. That enough for you?"

“He seems… devoted.” Father smiled thinly. “Damon has been with us for some time now. I trust him completely.” The word trust scraped through me. Evelyn’s gaze slid back to me with something close to amusement. “Devotion is a double-edged thing,” she murmured. “It can guard—or consume.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Dinner passed in a blur of crystal and conversation. Carl sat beside me, his hand brushing my knee every so often, each time slower, more deliberate. My fork trembled in my hand, but I forced a smile. Father didn’t notice—or pretended not to.