Devotion Prayer Book Novels & Stories

But who am I kidding the word forgiveness is not even in his dictionary. " please god ....please save me form this devil ", i prayed to God and started crying.

' The pastor started his sermon from the reading of the Bible. "According to Philippians chapter six verses four to seven, do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the worn cover of the book harder against my ribs. "Cast out these evil thoughts," I prayed aloud, my breath hitching as I rocked back and forth on the floor. "Oh Lord. Fill my heart with strength so I don't look at him again. Deliver me from this temptation. Do not let me be corrupted. Please, just give me the strength to survive this temptation and overcome this weakness."

With his werewolf ears, he should be able to hear it… unfortunately. He retracted his arm, hands falling to his side as a look of realization took over his face . He quickly looked down at his feet drearily. “I heard I did something really bad to you… I’m sorry.” ‘I’m sorry.’ Those words surprised me more so than anything ever did. I instantly went as silent as a mouse. He doesn’t even know what he did, yet he’s ready to apologize? And this gloomy look he was holding… is he really that sorry? Can this even be called an apology?

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

I whimpered, my tears becoming teary. " Blox hasn't sent the video to your husband yet. When he does I'll see what I can do." He continued. " Thank you so much." Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was finally going to leave this place." Thank you." " I'm not sending a direct message. If your husband isn't smart enough to understand coding then you are on your own." He phrased and then stomped out of the room. I'm not a church goer but for the first time I prayed not for myself but for my baby and then I went to bed.

Is that how he treats all his patients? I couldn't help but thinking about these questions till I got home. Why is the devil using me this way, I couldn't understand. It's just two months to go, why am I having gestational diabetics at this early stage of my life? Then, I recited this prayer for a while... "Rabbi laa tadharnii fardan, wa 'anta Khayru-l-waarithiina. O Lord, Don't leave me childless, for You are The Best of Inheritors."

He clasped a cross and mumbled inaudibly. After saying his prayers, he slowly closed the Bible and muttered, "Amen." His eyes burned in resentment as though his dormant inner devil had been unleashed.

“Neglecting prayer… Hera, you come here every week. You are devoted to service in the community. You cannot measure your relationship with the Divine by the number of Hail Marys you recite. Perhaps your heart is simply full of other worries right now, things that distract your focus.” You, she wanted to shout. My heart is full of you. My body craves the warmth of your touch and the thrust of your dick inside me. “Take comfort in this,” he continued, his voice softening further. “God asks for truth, not ritual. Do not judge yourself so harshly for your distraction. Bring your worries, whatever they may be, into your prayers. Speak of them honestly to the Lord, and He will not turn away.” “I w