Devotion Prayer Book Novels & Stories

Never around someone who radiates the kind of still, dangerous energy he does. I can practically feel the heat climb up my neck as he crosses the kitchen in calm and deliberate movements. He doesn’t even look at me. Isn’t it normal to say ‘good morning’ when you see someone for the first time this early in a day? I internally scoff. Of course, a man like Leon has no manners. That shouldn’t shock me.

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

But beneath the steel in his voice was something else. Strain. Because if this were easy for him, the words would not weigh so heavily. “True devotion,” he finished, “is proven not in the absence of feeling… but in the mastery of it.” Silence. Then soft applause as he stepped back. Applause. As though he had delivered a beautiful, noble teaching. As though he hadn’t just drawn a line through my chest. Mass continued. I stood, knelt and responded automatically. But my mind replayed every word.

they all closed their eyes spontaneously as the prayer began. “ Thank you Lord, for this moment. Thank you for the opportunity and privilege you've given to us to be able to call on your name at any moment. We are grateful. Lord, we ask that you grant Evie wisdom, understanding, counsel and might. We ask that you be with her in her quest and you help her win Adrian's soul to your kingdom. Strength her, Lord. Uphold her, Lord. Be her shield and buckler. Thank you Lord for we know you've answered. In Jesus' name. ”

In fifteen minutes time, his invisible double would proceed through the large portrait, into the ‘special bathroom’ and onward to the marine sphere. Tarami prayed like she’d never prayed in her entire life. She wasn’t surprised when, before they started, they were all implored by Pastor Alozie not to stop until he asked them to. He stood on the pulpit with an eighty leaves exercise book, containing prayer points he’d personally written for my sake. I was surprised that Tarami, alongside the other occupants of the church did not look discouraged, when they imagined how many prayer points the exercise book could probably contain.

With a sideways glance, I nod and say nothing, just plop myself down into prayer. Once he’s robed, Father Kilroy lights the incense and takes up the holy water and in that concurrently comforting and menacing voice of his rattles off the Lord’s Prayer. “Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Amen.” “Amen,” is echoed immediately by Father Brennan, my father and Bill Gregor, and all the while, Father Kilroy’s been sprinkling the house with holy water and

The priest continues. The entire church is quiet and everyone is listening keenly to the priest speak. My palms are getting sweaty and I look up at Mitch. He looks comfortable, and dare I say, even confident. “This outward celebration we shall see and hear is an expression of the inner love and devotion they have in their hearts,” The Priest’s voice booms loudly in the church. Love? Devotion? I think I am going to puke. It seems like everyone else is enjoying the priest’s speech, they are all smiling and adoringly staring at us.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our sins, just as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen." I cried and opened my eyes. How surprised I was when I found a cup of water in front of me that came from nowhere. I looked around, afraid that Walter or the devil had put him here. But there's no one. I take the cup and looked closely. The water is very clear and slightly fragrant like holy water. Maybe this is a blessing from my praye

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

' Our Father, who art in heaven. ‘I helped you to end your Nancy’s pain, I dragged you from the fire and you failed me. . . . ’ The window had opened by some unseen hand, he could feel the breeze on his face. Hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come. . . . . ‘The devil’s power has awakened in her and now I must find some other means to help stop her. . . ‘ Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. . . .