Devotion Words Novelas e Histórias

Anything to keep my hands busy. Finally, Devon spoke. “You make it sound like it meant nothing.” His voice was steadyy. But the anger beneath it was unmistakable. I glanced at another set of papers, flipping them into proper order. “Marriage is supposed to be a sacred bond,” he continued. His chair creaked slightly as he leaned forward. “One that should be cherished.” I almost smiled at that. But there was nothing humorous about the words coming from him. Without turning around, I placed the clipboard back on the table. “You’re the one who didn’t cherish it,” I replied calmly.

he said, his voice suddenly sharp, “that protecting you looks different in my world.” “You can’t fix things with blood,” she whispered. He sat up, leaned in, and cupped her face. “You married the devil, Alessia. Don’t expect a saint’s salvation.” Her heart pounded. “Then what can I expect?” His thumb dragged over her lower lip. “Obsession. Loyalty. And the kind of love that will ruin you.” She didn’t pull away. Because somewhere inside her, she knew—she was already ruined. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to be whole again.

I thought his anger was better than his coldness and indifference. But tonight, there was something else other than anger. I could see it clearly when I stared into his eyes. Hatred. And it’s not the kind of hatred I have for him, one that is borne by his presence being a nuisance in my life. His is cold and deep and real. I sit with that thought for a long moment, turning it over and over again in my head.

He whispered to himself in Russian, the language of his dead parents, the words only he could hear: “Forgive me.” But forgiveness, like regret, was not meant for men with stone hearts. Not anymore.

"In your dreams. How long have you even known her, Elliot? Do you really know what kind of person she is? We're siblings, but in your eyes, she outranks me?" Elliot's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Siblings? Gracie, you're a woman, yet you fight for Dad's favor and claw after the family fortune. How am I supposed to see you as a sister? "Only Ava truly loves me. Only she is selfless. You're full of schemes, and Sophie is utterly foolish! You two only think of yourselves! My friend likes you so much. I gave you a chance with him, so why wouldn't you? You insist on hanging on to Lionel, but has he ever truly noticed you?"

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

The other things. I know that love is not the adjusting. Not the small accommodations. Not making yourself easy to be around so the person you love will stay. I spent two years calling that devotion. It was not devotion. It was disappearing. And I was very good at disappearing and had mistaken it for loyalty for longer than I want to count.

He stared coldly into the camera and said, "Sophie, I spent five years by your side. And in that time, you've harvested my organs over a hundred times. "You're incredibly cruel. You're not even human. "My original loved you so much, did so much for you—and you threw it all away for some other man. You will never be happy again."

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

Damon was sitting next to me, his hands tending to the bruises that were starting to grow down my arms while I sat inches away from him. Every touch was a message of something I couldn't yet play out from my legs to my brain and back through my spine. A scent. An aroma. An awakening of something spoke of the past. He acknowledged, "Evans, they're beginning to respect you." "But respect isn’t enough." I gave him a quick look. "Then what is enough?" He stared at me, his face unreadable. "Devotion. Furthermore, you cannot demand that. It must be earned by you.”