Devotions By Sarah Young Novels & Stories

"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.

“Once, at a party, a young boy fell in love with a quiet, gentle girl sitting in the corner. “It was just his luck that the girl already had a crush on another boy. When she looked at him, her eyes were bright and full of love. “The boy found himself wishing she’d look at him like that. “Later, the boy had to move overseas with his brother to learn how to take over the family business and the syndicate. Even from afar, he kept up with the girl’s life. When he heard she’d married the man she loved, it hurt. But he still wished her well. “But later, she died in a kidnapping. The one who orchestrated it was her husband’s supposed adopted sister, who was also his mistress. When the boy found out

"You've existed ten billion years without restraint. Few weeks of practice won't undo eons of habit." Sarah approached—fully recovered from her dispersal but changed. The divine overload had left her with enhanced perception, ability to see connections others missed. "You're trying too hard," she observed. "Connection isn't about perfect control. It's about mutual adjustment. Others need to meet you halfway." "*Halfway to divinity kills mortals,*" Lyra reminded her. "Not halfway to divinity. Halfway to understanding." Sarah sat near but not touching Lyra's current form. "Tell me about the first time you felt something besides loneliness."

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.

{Thea} I'd been staring at the invitation on the kitchen counter for the past ten minutes, my coffee growing cold in my hands. The paper was cream-colored cardstock with gold embossing that probably cost more than my weekly grocery budget used to. You are cordially invited to celebrate the engagement of Curtis Blackwood and Jennifer Hart. "You're going to burn a hole through it if you keep glaring like that," Liam said, appearing beside me with a bowl of cereal. I tore my eyes away from the invitation. "I'm not going."