Devotions By Sarah Young Novels & Stories

She had witnessed the depth of my courage, and she understood that no gesture of wealth could repay what had truly been given. Ryan finally spoke, his voice quiet but carrying across the hall. "Sarah, tonight isn't about gifts or mistakes. It's about truth. Let that guide you." Sarah nodded, a small smile forming. "Yeah. I understand."

"And tell Gracie that if she doesn't want to end up the way she did last time, she'd better stop meddling in our marriage," Elliot said coldly. His words made my heart sink to my stomach. So I wasn't the only one reborn. Elliot was too! But why would he think I was lying? He should know how Sophie had been violated, how she and her unborn child had died, and how Henry had been badly hurt in that previous life. Why, with a second chance at life, had he become this cold? Was it because Ava once said that Sophie and I were in it together?

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

But the past was immutable, a cruel reminder of the consequences of her own folly. Closing her eyes against the onslaught of pain and regret, Sarah offered up a silent prayer to a higher power, beseeching for mercy and forgiveness. She couldn't bear the thought of Zakariah paying the ultimate price for her transgressions, of sacrificing his own life to atone for her sins. "Oh, God!" she whispered, her voice trembling with anguish as she pleaded for divine intervention. "Please don't let him die because of me...please!" In the midst of her despair, Sarah clung to the fragile thread of hope that still remained, praying fervently for Zakariah's safety and well-being. For in the depths of her he

Summer was their precious daughter whom they loved like a princess. “She went missing for a year. During that year, your sister-in-law and I took a lot of time before we finally managed to convince ourselves that Sum was gone, and that we needed to move on. But God decided to play a big joke on us. He gave Sum back to us, and then let the Devil take her away..” “Alaric—” Alaric waved his hand, not letting Marvin speak. He looked much older. “Alright, I stopped by because I was nearby. I'll excuse myself first,” Alaric said and left.

“You are safe here.” She remembered scoffing internally. Safe had become a word people used too easily. “Devotion Assurance is designed to support clarity, purpose, and emotional alignment,” the voice continued. “Participation is voluntary. You may disengage at any time.” A pause. “Do you wish to proceed?” Mara had hesitated. She told herself she was just tired. That this was no different from meditation protocols, from the grounding exercises Rowan himself had once taught during a brutal winter. “Yes,” she had said.

He led her into a tiny room used as a quiet sanctuary by any pastor wishing to meditate before taking a church service. He gently broke the news to her,that Aurora Tate,the bride had run away. Mrs Genovese didn't quite understand what the bishop had just said so she moved a bit closer. Scared that she would hit him across the face for something he didn't commit,he instinctively drew back too. "What?!!" Mrs Genovese screamed in an alarming voice.

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

The world feels frozen. Like the end of the world rests on my shoulders. In this minute, everything can change. No one seems to move once I start speaking. The clouds open up and lightning strikes. I’m running out of time. “Devotion isn’t about your soulmate. It comes from so much more. From the bond created to cement a life beyond what we all thought was possible. From friendship that has a power to destroy a person once their gone. Devotion to a mother that could transpire the grave. To the ability to stay friends with the nobody, everybody else hated. To a bond so strong you stayed by her side and helped her find her way home. Each and every one of us are devoted to Amy. She’s the reason

Not now, not ever. The city seemed impossibly large and yet unbearably small. Every shadow might conceal danger, every alley might hide enemies, but Nicholas no longer feared. His grief was a weapon, sharpened by love and loss. And his heart, though fractured, beat for Rafe still, carrying the weight of every stolen kiss, every whispered confession, every night they had shared in both lust and longing. He turned back to the room, the journal still clutched to his chest, and allowed himself one final whisper into the darkness: “This world may have taken you, Rafe, but I will carry you with me, always. Every heartbeat. Every breath. Every sin. Every devotion.”