Novelas y relatos de Devotions By Sarah Young

Her voice carried the weight of absolute conviction, the certainty of someone who had never wavered in her faith and never experienced the temptations she warned against. Several congregation members felt tears spring to their eyes, moved by the pure faith radiating from the young woman at the altar. Her hands clasped before her, fingers intertwined around a leather bible. Its margins were filled with handwritten notes, observations, and personal reflections revealing the depth of her scholarship and devotion. The Bible had been a gift from the Mother Superior when she had first taken her vows, and in the five years since, it had become as much a part of her as her own heartbeat.

"You ask why we do this?" The girl that pushed Sarah down planned to explain. Sarah on the other hand had her sight only on the monstrosity that approached with fear evident in her eyes. "Did you know that the devils grant wishes? If devils then why not demons? I met this thing here a few days ago, of course, I was as scared as you but it promised to grant my wishes if and only if I brought sacrifices." She explained. Although Sarah's attention was on the demon before her, she had been paying attention to what she said. It stood to reason that they were the sacrifices.

She wondered to herself " how can someone preach the name of the divine lord, but treat his creatures so horribly. They simply had no heart and they definitely did not follow rule if thumb, practice what you preach" Sarah was dying to tell Jacob but he was at work and wouldn't take her call until after 12. The waiting would kill her, she took out her phone and tyoed out a message to him, telling him everything that had happended . Sarah just gloated as she played with Broccoli. " looks like tge Universe was upset as I was, it decided to teach those nasty people a lesson"

Sarah said. Sarah started talking in an expressionless voice as if she was led by the Holy Spirit. "My parents were not married when they gave birth to me so I lived my whole life without valuing the boundaries of marriage. I didn't take marriage seriously because I felt it was a mere institution mainly set aside for public display! All my views on marriage changed when I met Elder Moses. I am sure you have met him at least once because I have told him a lot about you and he really wants to get to know you more." Sarah made a gulping sound, shuddering. "Then, when I started attending Elder Moses' church everything about me changed. I started seeing God's presence in my life. I started experi

Pity. Sadness. The primal needs to protect and claim. Fifteen years had passed since I last felt those emotions. Then, two months ago, I saw her. And suddenly, the walls I had spent years constructing—layer upon layer of cold, hardened indifference began to crack. I had trained myself to feel nothing except anger and the relentless hunger for revenge. It had earned me my title. A monster. A devil. A ruthless bastard. And I wore it like a second skin.

The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the vibrant color bold against the dark suit, and it reminds me of the blood that will soon be spilled, that will stain my hands before the night is over. “Welcome Mr…” he begins, stretching his hand to me. An unwise decision, I think, as I glance at his extended hand- a gesture to show trust, to form a connection. It's a pity he’s just offered his hand to The Devil, to the very man who will soon be taking his last breath. “Levi” I answer, my voice is calm, controlled, as I grasped his hand in mine. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to have his face imprinted at the back of my mind.

Today just might be the day I finally escape this gilded prison. A wild rush of adrenaline surged through my veins, thrumming with disbelief. Had fate finally decided to intervene? Just hours earlier, I had felt trapped, convinced there was no way to slip past Lena’s watchful gaze. But now? Maybe, just maybe, the Lord was indeed on my side. Perhaps my whispered prayers had not gone unheard after all.

, 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.

Only one site remained on the screen. Olalekan stood up and studied the web address on the screen. It was vaguely familiar. With furrowed eyebrows, he wondered where he had seen this before. The others studied this too. BIBLECHRONICLES.ORG Huh? “Isn’t this the website that owns that famous daily devotional app?” One of the Heads of Department said. “Indeed it is. My daughter uses it every day to conduct her bible reading.” Said another. “I don’t understand why this is here…”

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.