Novel & Cerita Devotional Book For Women

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It was a natural instinct for a woman to love anything beautiful. Even though she was from the nether realm and it was the first time she was seeing such a normal but colorful world, she was able to admire its beauty. It was the same with Helena. Her cultivation level was higher, and she was a Holy Lord of Dark Divine Holy Land. Helena had seen her fair share of books, guides, documents, and video images. She knew how colourful the outside world could be. However, those were just information in books and images, after all. She had not felt much about them.

Little did he know that the next confession would lead him down a path of emotions he had long suppressed. The sharp sound of a stiletto caught the attention of another man serving in the lord's presence. He looked up to see a lady with black hair, fair skin, and an alluring figure. "I wonder what a beauty like her has to confess," the guy mumbled as he watched Khana knock before entering the confession room. Khana sat, her voice trembling as she began to speak, "In the name of the Holy Spirit, Amen." "May the presence of the Lord be with you. May the Lord find the path to your heart. May you humbly confess your sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." Father Henr

This is Book 2 from Book 1 Moments with My Devil. Thank you everyone that is continuing this journey with my characters 🥰 I appreciate all the support and I hope you enjoy reading to the end! Please leave gems to show your support of book. Ethan POV - We left that Hell in Worthington two months ago for a better life and now I wish we hadn't. I failed Alley and sitting here in this hospital after my best friend died in my arms, I knew that Christian was the only man that she could ever truly love. He was her soul mate and when you take away someone's soul there isn't anything left to them but a shell full of darkness.

She would rule and everyone would bow before her and worship her as the rightful goddess she is. The oracle opens the box and the yellow-green glow fills the space around her. She brings her pale hand and place it up in her cupped palm. Slowly, she opens her hand and looks at the light, which hoovers above her palm, in an almost hypnotic movement. She is amazed at the beauty that unfolds in the grasp of her hand. The oracle brings her other hand over the light and rolls it between her palms. Slowly, the light transforms and she creates something that is easier for her to swallow.

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

Once she'd lost that soul fragment, she'd be nothing but an empty shell—an idiot. "You're making this up," Sean said, disbelief written on his face. "You think this whole thing isn't supernatural?" I smiled, bitter. "Why didn't it seem supernatural to you back then, when you heard that so-called 'voice'?" "Ashley put a piece of her into my unborn child to manufacture those voices and drive a wedge between us. Every whisper you heard—the accusations, the lies—were spoken by her." If it weren't for that cup of water, I might never have realized she used occult means.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

The noises Ruth and Ivan made pierced my ears. I wanted to cover them so I wouldn't have to listen to them, but the noise penetrated my soul. I clamped my ears as hard as possible, but it didn't help. I couldn't escape, either. It was as if I'd been placed under a spell that bound my soul to Ruth. I couldn't get away from her. I could only watch as my fiancée, the woman I loved more than life itself, slept with my murderer. I was so disgusted that I wanted to puke.