Devotional Book For Women Novels & Stories

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

The smell of her perfume went straight to his cock, and he could feel his pants beginning to strain against the hardening tool. "Well... I've been doing a deep dive on the role of women in the church. I know scriptures recommend women be silent, but I think when women are overcome and filled with the fire of passion they should be able to express it as loudly as the want. What do you think?" She asked innocently.

She gave hope and assurance to Jane garnered with wisdom. “There`s this Lord`s book called ‘Devotion Of The Most Precious Blood Of Our Lord Jesus. (The greatest devotion of our time)’. Acquire this book and it chaplet as you leave from here. Each time you`re going to see your son at the hospital. Make sure you recite this chaplet, the consolation and adoration prayers. If possible kneeling in front of his hospital bed. And lastly, pray for your husband. He deeply needs it” She delivered the information to Jane in her fit mood. Then turned, and walked away through the emptiness of the church. Then disappeared in the air.

Opening the cover I read... You've been lacking strength and control in your past life. Now you are presented with a choice, be daring enough to enter a world where your, entire existence will be questioned or choose to remain in your world and carry on living in a constant cycle of regret. The choice is yours so choose wisely. If you choose to enter our world you will be given a better version of yourself and will be given various opportunities throughout the book to learn from past mistakes and learn how to become stronger, braver, and bolder than you've ever been. Have no fear, for you will not enter this world without gifts, but bear in mind magic comes at a price and if you are found la

She hurries and looks away, then finds a seat on the opposite side of the room. Strange, but I don't overthink it. Ellie enters and does the same thing. Relieved, I settle in my seat, but Paige enters. After panning the crowd, she finds me and sits next to me. "Good morning, Paige." "Morning, Ajay." Katrina greets, "Good morning, women of God. Please turn to Proverbs 17. Verse one reads, Better is a dry morsel with quietness than a house full of feasting with hatred."

Joshua pondered on it, then handed two books to Ambrose. Ambrose took them and read their titles. "Think Like A Woman" and "Women's Deepest Secrets". Ambrose looked at Joshua in confusion. "What are these?" "I bought them on the way here." Joshua pointed at the book covers and said, "These are common must-knows in dating. They are perfect for you to study. Take your time to study and understand it. "When your foundation is firm, then I can teach you more. This is the best that I can do for you!"

And yet here I was, breaking my number one rule. Last night should never have happened. It wasn’t my intention, not in the slightest. Control was my language, the thing that set me apart from every other weak man who drowned in temptation. Yet somehow, I’d lost my grip. Women had always come easily. They chased, they begged, they did everything and even more, but none of them had ever made me forget myself. Until her…

he barked behind me. I chuckled inwardly. In a few more hours. Just a few. I expected him to complain again since I didn’t significantly increase my pace. He didn’t. The scene I was met with when the elevator doors opened wasn’t so surprising. The devil, whose name I had somehow forgotten, was walking ahead of us with a lady. I concluded that she was the Flora that caused last night’s little altercation. Okay, maybe not little, since it involved shooting threats. With his hands in both pockets of his pants, the lady seemed to have no option but to touch his shoulder casually as they talked. Even the blind could see that was trying so hard to clinch to his stone-cold self. Of course, he sees

The woman's soft voice spoke through the barrier of the wooden door. My gaze still fixed outside the window, silence filled the room. I did not want to eat, I didn't have the appetite. I don't want to get up. I don't want to move at all. The woman sighed loudly and I heard her walk away, her steps fading. I pulled my legs closer to my chest, resting my head on my clamped legs, I closed my eyes and pictured my mother's warmth, keeping me safe from the world. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅