Devotional Topic Novels & Stories

like a bomb, such a topic could shatter his world. He hesitated for a moment, grappling with the memories he had long kept hidden. A bitter smile formed on his face as he fell silent, carefully choosing his words. "I have chosen to embrace celibacy. Child, I am committed to abstaining from romantic relationships with women. The love bestowed upon humanity by our Father is a love I will never despise." "I'm afraid I cannot share much information about that love you just mentioned. However, sister, if you don't mind, I would like to hear more about this guy. You seem to have more to share about the weight of your heart," he added.

“Daily devotional practices are to be kept.” I take a deep breath. I turn towards the altar in my room and say my daily devotionals. The routine of it comforting and calming, my nausea subsiding. “A strict code of silence is to be maintained. No speaking, singing, or humming. The only words to be said are in prayer.” I like silence. It is comforting. Listening to the wind whip through the grasses. Watching the grass gracefully bend to the wind’s will. Hearing the birds calling for a mate, their eager lover whistling back to accept his call. Nature is magic.

I didn’t know what she wanted from me, but whatever it was, I couldn’t give it to her. “Eve,” her tone changed from reprimand to gentle worry. “I know this is hard. Believe me, if I could make it easier, I would. We have to do something, otherwise this will get worse. You should be healing, not getting worse as time goes on.” I glanced away from her, noticing a busy street and people rushing all around us but I felt alone. I didn’t know what to say to her. I couldn’t be the same person I was before the accident.

Then, he pointed at Angela, signaling for her to share her thoughts. Everyone's gaze landed on her, including Dexter, who was sitting front and center in the first row. Angela was slightly taken aback but quickly composed herself. She stood up confidently and said, "I believe design is about turning challenging circumstances into something beautiful, better, and meaningful; it's about finding the beauty in life even in the toughest of times." Her description was concise yet carried a depth that left room for interpretation. As she spoke, memories of being ignored by Dexter filled her mind.

I nodded eagerly, trying not to appear too green. Inside the clinic, I got to peek at the nurse’s station, a pharmacy corner, two exam rooms, and a large back office that looked more like a research library. Books and journals lined the walls, and a giant corkboard was filled with clipped medical articles, staff schedules, pinned photos of community outreach drives, and motivational quotes. One stood out to me. “Kindness heals faster than prescriptions.” “Who wrote that?” I asked, pointing. Tara gave a small smile. “Dr. Amos. He’s kind of the clinic’s heart. You’ll meet him tomorrow.”

adding, David says, "I think we should start a daily devotion. A bible verse and prayer every morning before we start with the tasks and after the entire day’s work before everyone will be logging-out. We also prepare seconds of bible reading and prayer during noon break after or during lunchtime here in the office with the microphone connected to the intercom all over the area where everyone can clearly hear it. Let's suggest this program to Mr. Heinz first before we start."

"When did these get online?" "About an hour ago." Natalie pulled out her tablet. "They're already spreading." Teresa rubbed her forehead. "So this was planned." "Every bit of it." Natalie folded her hands together, "He's changing strategy." "I noticed." "He isn't trying to prove you're a bad mother anymore." Teresa looked up. "He's trying to prove he's the better parent." Natalie nodded. "Judges don't just look at evidence of abuse. They also look at stability, community involvement, school participation, public conduct."

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

A place where both people can return intact, even when the outside world fractures them. We talk about how devotion doesn’t trap—it anchors. It doesn’t shrink lives—it steadies them. And we name something quietly revolutionary: Love doesn’t need to be dramatic to be meaningful. Drama burns bright and fast. Devotion burns steady and warm. This chapter isn’t loud. It’s deep. We also acknowledge that sacredness doesn’t make love immune to pain. It doesn’t promise ease. But it changes how pain is held. Pain is no longer weaponized. Discomfort is no longer ignored.

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.