Devotion Prayer Book Novels & Stories

Their time together lessened, but their bond only deepened. They cherished what they had, every second of it, as though fate might snatch it away again. --- One evening, while organizing books in the library, Arthur found an old copy of Augustine’s Confessions. The book was worn and dusty, but as he flipped through it, a torn paper slipped out. It was a prayer scribbled in delicate handwriting: “Lord, if ever I am found worthy of joy again, let it be a joy I can share, not hoard. Let my love be pure, not penance.”

You brought this on yourself. After all, Adrian had done so many terrible things during his life. This was his karma. Sophie was terrified. She collapsed onto the ground, covering her mouth as she wept in despair.

I bite back a gasp. Then just as fast he pulls away. He strolls back to his chair, sitting down as though nothing happened. He picks up his glass, takes a sip of whiskey, and gestures at the broken mess on the floor. “Clean that up,” he says smoothly. I glare at him. “Do it yourself.” His smile is pure sin. “Lesson three. Defiance makes me hard, but obedience makes me generous. Choose wisely.” I want to claw his eyes out. Instead, I snatch the cloth from the sideboard and drop to my knees. My hands shake as I scrape eggs and bacon off the marble, bile rising in my throat.

, even if it is just for two weeks. “Dear God, thank you for waking me up again this morning. I pray that my day is less shi…frustrating and that I don’t miss my finals and graduation, and I pray that Sophie and Mom are okay. Amen.” After saying my prayers, I yelled into my pillow, went to the bathroom, did my business, and dressed. I wore a sleeveless, knee-length floral dress and did my hair in a rough ponytail. It's time to have my usual lonely breakfast.

“Yes, I’m very familiar with many types of mix drinks, and I’m a pretty fast leaner on ones I don’t know yet.” “Good, there is a book over at the bar that has a list of the dinks that Mr. Baphomet and his guest likes to drink. It should also have the direction on how they like it made. I’ll go and make sure everything is being taken care of down there.”

"The Little Star That Found Home." Teresa took it, turning it over in her hands. The cover was new, there wasn't a crease or scratch at all. "I don't remember buying this." "You didn't." Emma grinned. "It was already in my room." Teresa looked up. Mrs. Lim's forehead creased. "I've never seen that book before." Emma reached for it again. "Open it." Teresa did. The first page held a short handwritten message in neat black ink.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

“Don’t lump me in with those bottom-feeding creeps.” I winced. “Devil?” Ash took a long breath, clearly trying not to set me on fire. “Yes, I’m not the kind that just whispers sins into people’s ears. I’m a devil.” He leaned back against the bed frame, raised one hand, and twirled his long fingers in the air like he was drawing something invisible. A faint red light sparked at his fingertip before fading. “Name’s Ash Ravencroft. I make deals with humans. You have something I want. I can give you something you want.”

Ara had gone ice cold with fear. She clenched her fists painfully tight and started chanting the prayer without a break. Her senses concentrated on the words that she was uttering. "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil........................." she had no idea for how long she continued to recite it but when she stopped, she didn't feel the in

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.