Devotions By Sarah Young Novels & Stories

"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?

Not that I was counting the days, and especially not because I was thinking about him every damn minute. Okay, so what if I was thinking about him? Not only did he save my life, but that man gave me some of the best orgasms with just his fingers. But seriously, who just comes to your room, pleasures you, then disappears into thin air? The Devil, obviously. And I was apparently crazy enough to let him touch me without giving it a single thought. Now, he was nowhere to be found for a week, and I didn’t know what that meant. I stopped in my tracks, getting distracted, when I noticed a bunch of people rushing back and forth, carrying flowers, tablecloths, vases, and all kinds of decorative stuff

my voice breaks off on a sob, theres no fucking way. The man contiunes chanting the same thing but something is different now, "Prințesa noastră pierdută din clanul românesc a fost găsită, trezește-i pe bătrâni și pregătește-te de război. I can feel the pressure start to build around me, seeping inside my body and warming me from the inside out.

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.

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.

“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.

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

I had been eagerly hoping for a word of acknowledgment from him, but in the end, Leo only sent me a single word. “Good.” I sighed, then returned to my room in sadness and opened a bottle of wine. Sitting blankly by the window, I once again recalled the days I lived in the orphanage. Perhaps in a previous life I had committed some terrible sin, so in this life I was destined to always live in unhappiness.