Romans & histoires Devotion

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.

If only they weren't that important to her. He took a few slow, calculated steps forward, each one heavy with possessive hunger and unsaid promises. He crouched beside the bed like a predator watching its prey, but in his eyes, there was something far more intense than lust or danger, there was worship, a sickening kind of devotion, he hadn't been able to change his mind about her the moment he realized how much he loved her.

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."

“It’s not like I’m regarding you with scorn because you’re no longer innocent… You know why.” Aaron’s hand, which held a cigarette, paused momentarily. Then, he put the unfinished cigarette in his mouth. He raised his hand and pushed Benjamin against the car door with a great force. “Don’t forget, you're standing on God’s right hand side. You’ll lose your qualifications if you care too much.” Naturally, Aaron knew that Benjamin did not really despise him because his hands were stained with other people’s blood, and neither did he regard him with scorn because he was no longer innocent.

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.

“We’re still here.” “Yes,” he said, voice hoarse. “And I’m not letting anything take you from me again.” The words weren’t just spoken—they were a vow. And I wanted to believe them. I wanted to feel the weight of it, let it settle over the tension and fear and leave only trust, only surrender.

"How should I suppress my own desire and control my strength to please a female wolf?" "If my mate runs off with someone else, how can I overcome my own possessiveness and continue to love her?"