Devotion Prayer Book Novels & Stories

Devotion doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t arrive with ceremony or vows or sweeping declarations. It arrives quietly, almost unnoticed, when attention has been given long enough to turn into reverence. This chapter opens in stillness. Not silence—stillness. The kind where nothing urgent needs to be said, and yet everything feels held. After the practice of noticing, something shifts. Love no longer feels like something we manage. It begins to feel like something we honor. Staying has changed shape again.

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

Just quietly supporting her from a distance, expecting nothing in return. Three months of silence. He was hurt, that's all. Enough time's passed. Of course he still cares. Of course he still loves me. The more she turned it over, the more convinced she became. A self-satisfied smirk crept across her face, something close to contempt flickering underneath it. You act like you hate me, Grant. And here you are, still circling back to me like you always do. Twenty years of devotion doesn't just disappear because of one bad night.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

Williams who was coming from the stairs with the bible clutched tightly to her chest. “Sorry for making ya wait.” Said Mrs. Williams apologetically, “It’s no problem; Roslyn and I were just having a little chat.” She glances at Roslyn with a smiled; Mrs. Williams nodded her head but said nothing for a minute. “May I have the bible?” “Jah, of course,” Mrs. Anne reached out her hand for the bible and smiled at Mrs. Williams appreciatively. Mrs. Anna; settled herself comfortably in her seat and began to read. “But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should as swage your grief, have mercy upon us, o lord, for we are in trouble; our eyes is consumed with grief, yea our

Her voice faltered as she blinked. "My fault!" He whispered, wiping her tears. "it okay, stop crying" he dropped, his voice soft and calm as she gasped in disbelief... ★ QUARTERS* Tatiana raced into her room locking the door behind her, she was still trying to process what earlier happened but she can't believe it. He stylishly apologized to her! What the F*ck. Does a devil apologize? She can't believe this! Tatiana inhaled and exhaled slowly.

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.

Rachel said angrily, "What gave you the right to send him away? Did you even ask if he wanted this? You've always been so selfish, Elsie! You never think about other people’s feelings. "How can he adapt to the wild when he’s been living in comfort for so many years? Letting him go free in the wild is equivalent to murdering him!" The air was suddenly filled with dust swept up from the ground. Rachel, who was busy throwing a tantrum, swallowed a mouthful of it. Once everything in the air had settled, a giant python appeared in front of everyone. When it stood on its tail, it was as tall as two men. The python was shiny white, with silver circles imprinted all over its body. The patterns on it

I stared at him with my mouth slightly opened, seeing how seemingly calm he still was despite what was happening. He was basically interrogated by the father of her lover! I don’t know what’s more intimidating than that. For me, that is most intimidating. But maybe not for him. He’s called the devil incarnate in business after all. He must have seen and heard the worst. But still… “But I assume talking about my relationship with your daughter is not why you have responded to my invitation to have a meeting with you, Mr. Peterson, isn’t it?” Sir Troy continued when the latter did have nothing to say.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.