Devotion Prayer Book Novels & Stories

Pete asked. "As I know you not (application of biblical english) , I see your intentions. Your past and future is misty but your intentions are true, you seek a demon, a higher class." Pete watched the Pastor in the eyes before the pastor spoke further. The pastor grabbed a wooden cross. This is sacred and holy. Blessed by Reverends before I and by an angel, the protector, the healer, the guardian who banished Azazel to dark. The Reverend had it in his hands as he prayed into it. He handed it over to Pete and said to him;

"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?"

It sent me millions of sparks down to my core. "D-Devon... please..." I sobbed. I tried to resist him but he was too strong. "Don't pretend that you don't like it, priestess..." He kissed my neck again. This time, he became passionate and slow. "D-Devon..." "Submit to me, my priestess. I don't fucking care about your spells. All I need is you..." he whispered. "Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..."

Do you know what is better than charity and fasting and prayer? It is keeping peace and good relations between people, as quarrels and bad feelings destroy mankind. - prophet Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam ( peace be upon him ) If you haven't prayed your Salah then please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't Happy reading Meerab p.o.v Saad went to the office early and asked me to come later so that we both don't have to go together .

“Tomorrow morning. First thing. I’ll tell them I’ve had a crisis of faith.” “Have you?” I trace patterns on his chest. “Had a crisis of faith?” “No.” He tilts my chin up to look at him. “I’ve had a revelation. I finally understand what devotion really means.” “And what does it mean?” “You.” He kisses me soft and slow. “It means you.” “Are you sure?” I search his eyes for doubt and find none. “You could keep your life. See me in secret. Keep being Father Dominic during the day.”

--- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stands in front of me. Nicholas. Younger. Sharper. Colder in a way that feels cleaner, less fractured. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are ruined — dark and burning, locked onto me like I’m the axis the world spins on.

It felt like detoxing without the juice. I ordered several books ranging from the ones on boundaries and healing to self-worth. I read for hours until my eyes hurt. From every book I read, I made sure to have several highlighted pages. I scribbled notes in the margins. I wasn't just passing time or doing something I didn’t understand; I was rebuilding something in me that had been caved in. I stopped taking calls from people, Ryan especially. I cooked my meals and danced around in oversized shirts. I played sad songs and happy ones. I didn’t stop myself; I let myself be angry, then grateful, and then tired.

I watched in horror as he moved to dump my daughter's ashes into the toilet. I shouted, "No! Please, don't do this!" Xavier chuckled. "If it means so much to you, then apologize to Reina." I nodded frantically. "Okay! I'll apologize!" I dropped to my knees, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as I choked out the words. "Reina, I'm sorry." Xavier was not satisfied. He said, "Not good enough. Get on your knees properly and bow." I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they might crack, but I obeyed. I bowed deeply and apologized. "Reina, I'm sorry!"

“Hidden and invisible. I want every whisper, every breath. He is speaking of something beyond him, and I will have it.” Henri bowed, nervous. “You suspect betrayal?” Lucien smiled. “Not betrayal, but temptation. And temptation is a more dangerous thing.” The device was placed that same night. A pin-sized transmitter under the mattress frame, wired to capture even the smallest vibration of sound. And when Alexei whispered to his uncle again, Lucien listened. The first recordings were fragmented, but they carried enough to make Lucien’s heart quicken. “…the Cham… it bends men, Uncle. Makes them hand everything over, willingly…”

Little did he know that the next confession would lead him down a path of emotions he had long suppressed. The sharp sound of a stiletto caught the attention of another man serving in the lord's presence. He looked up to see a lady with black hair, fair skin, and an alluring figure. "I wonder what a beauty like her has to confess," the guy mumbled as he watched Khana knock before entering the confession room. Khana sat, her voice trembling as she began to speak, "In the name of the Holy Spirit, Amen." "May the presence of the Lord be with you. May the Lord find the path to your heart. May you humbly confess your sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." Father Henr