Devotion Words Novels & Stories

It's as if my mind has gone blank, and my world only revolves around him. Nothing else enters my mind, and I don't see anything around me except him. I admit that the anger I feel towards him is still there, and I won't forget it. But it seems that love can indeed make you blind. No matter how intelligent or wise you are, when someone comes along and makes you feel special, you become a slave to love. No matter what they do or how much pain they cause your heart, you still long for them. I want to confront him, yell at him, and pour out all my resentment towards him. But when I looked into his eyes again and heard his voice, it was as if the past was slowly fading away.

As they descended into the throes of passion, I charged at them, shouting, "Don't do such disgusting things beside my remains!" However, my soul went through their bodies. They couldn't hear me, no matter how loud my screams were. I couldn't do anything.

Desire and arousal flooded me, the moment those dirty words fell from his mouth. Slowly, I started to squeeze my legs together, trying to alleviate the sudden ache between my thighs and hoping he wouldn't notice the effect he had on me. But the smirk on his face showed that it was no use. "You know every time you clench those thighs just the way you're doing it now, it makes me want to rip them apart and slide my fingers through that slick little mess you’re making. I bet you're soaked. Aren’t you, my filthy little slut?” he whispered, eyes glinting.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

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

Devotion, gratitude, loyalty. He kisses me – briefly, correctly – as applause swells around us, the sound washing over me in a wave that feels both too loud and too far away. I kiss him back because I must, because anything else would be catastrophic, because the cost of deviation has already been made painfully clear.

He swallowed. “The original word means devotion, prayer, or service. It does not mean sacrifice in the sense of killing someone.” I gripped the edge of the table. “That explains it. This means someone changed it. Someone altered the wordings of the ancient prophecy.” The historian lowered his eyes. “Yes.”

I open the letter and just three words, bold, in all caps and written with blood. “I’M COMING ISA” my heart drops.

Something about how difficult it must be to "start over with a child." Lucas turned toward her. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't insult her. He simply spoke, his tone even and controlled. "Teresa has built a career, raised a child, and survived a marriage that most people in this room know almost nothing about." The room became quiet. Lucas continued, his words measured. "Being divorced doesn't make her less accomplished. Being a mother doesn't make her less of a woman. Surviving something doesn't give anyone the right to reduce her to what happened to her."

"Devote? But I don't love you. How can I devote myself to you?" "Between husband and wife, there's a stronger bond than love. That's the bond of respect and trust. If you respect me and I respect you...if you trust me and I trust you...then other feelings will naturally follow. Devotion in a simple term is trust, respect. As long as we have these two in our relationship, our bond can withstand the test of time. So what do you say, little hybrid? Will you be my wife?" Hearing such words from the mouth of the Demon Lord wasn't only astonishing, but as unbelievable as the moon embracing the sun. Of course, Shamsiya didn't believe he was sincere. Only a fool would believe in the words of the Dem