Devotional Book For Women Novels & Stories

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

’, she added. It was only the five of us in the area because my auntie chose to give us privacy. Sarah whispered to her daughter and passed on a book titled Sex is You. ‘Dada! Read book pwease.’, Sharah cutely said as looked up at me. I looked at her in response and smiled. I picked her up and placed her in front of on top of the center table of the hut. The three of the women especially Sarah surely got nervous about the whole ordeal.

Then she stood up and placed a painting of the moon Goddess in my basket. “I don't…” before I could deny, she shook her head. “It's a gift from me. May your love thrive under the blessings of the moon goddess.” She gave her blessings for us. It sounded so beautiful. I smiled, trying to hide my tears. “Thank you! It's the nicest thing I have ever received. I'll cherish it forever.” I replied, looking at the painting. It was quite beautiful. With the Moon goddess bathing in the silver light of the Moon.

The first page wrote, I dedicate this book to all women out there who love their husbands with all their heart but it's one sided. To all women who love their husbands but their Mother-in-law is the villain in their love story. To all strong, beautiful women who feel like they are not enough due to all the suffering and maltreatment. I promise you, you're enough and deserve the best thing in the world. Lastly, I dedicate this book to Nathaniel King for giving me the strength to leave for better. And how can we forget the one and only Mrs Rhonda King? This is a CLAP BACK for all the embarrassment and humiliation you have given to me, during and after my marriage.

She reached for it. The Weight of Silence. Her thumb traced the letters. Something inside her stirred. “That looks like a good one,” Amy said, peeking. Camellia whispered, “Yeah…” “Beautiful choice,” came a voice behind her. She turned. A woman stood there—elegant, warm-eyed, carrying herself with quiet grace. Her hair was styled in a ponytail and her scent lingered in the air. “That book,” the woman said gently, “is about healing. People don’t pick it up unless they need it.”

Devon looked like a child, obeying her words. “Just close your eyes, thank God for the blessings, and ask forgiveness for your sins,” the woman said. Devon was about to close his eyes, but flinched. “Why should I thank Him? I don’t want to,” he said and started eating and the others followed, except for her. “It’s okay. One day, you’ll pray for someone. Devon paused. He didn’t know why, but her words made him uneasy. It felt like something bad was going to happen, but he stayed quiet, watching her pray alone.

, even if it is just for two weeks. “Dear God, thank you for waking me up again this morning. I pray that my day is less shi…frustrating and that I don’t miss my finals and graduation, and I pray that Sophie and Mom are okay. Amen.” After saying my prayers, I yelled into my pillow, went to the bathroom, did my business, and dressed. I wore a sleeveless, knee-length floral dress and did my hair in a rough ponytail. It's time to have my usual lonely breakfast.

His wife was tempted by those books. Gideon looked up when Zion took a firewood and threw it into the bonfire. The fire grew big and a little sparks flew into air. "See how the fire increases when I throw the wood into it. In the same way is your condition. The wood is what you consume. What you consume will strengthen something inside of you. If you are a porn-addict and you always go to obscene sites, you are only strengthening your flesh. On the other hand, if you regularly read the Bible or listen to music that draws you closer to God, it will strengthen your spirituality. "

"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

Lucien POV I observe the woman beside me. Her sweat glistened on her skin, her gasps never seemed to end. Her eyes are grey like ash, and her hair like a well-lit cigar. The car was covered by the scent of her perfume, a smell of fresh cherry blossom lingered in the air. The constant puffing of her chest is like waves dancing in a rhythm. I felt a sudden urge in my body as I found myself strangely captivated by her being.