Devotions By Sarah Young Novels & Stories

Slowly, she realized that her last hope was seemingly slipping away. "But… I do remember a woman named… Weng? Wenda? Wendy? Wendy. Wendy Tores." "Who is Wendy Tores?" "She was my newly-hired caregiver that time. She was kind, soft-spoken, and the best listener. When the doctor confirmed that I was about to expire in 3 months time, she visited my room the same night and told me she'll help me. I was weak from too much medication and I'm not even sure if it was actually Wendy beside me in the room that night. The last thing I remembered was a hand on my chest, cold and delicate. She thanked me for hiring her and paying twice than she was supposed to receive. She said she'll heal me because I w

She bit her lip, smiling devilishly as she got a naughty plan in mind. She put the book on the sofa and moved closer to him. “What book are you reading?” she asked, their faces very close. She held back her laughter as she looked at the book in his hand. He was reading a meditation book on how to calm the mind in 5 minutes. He tried to smile at her and avoided her eyes with his reddened cheeks. She then rested her head on his chest with her arms wrapped around his waist. She smiled devilishly when she heard his heart thudding.

she chuckled, “I can see immediately that you are in love…” I blushed instantly. Hiro smirked, took my hand, and kissed it. “I will be forever grateful, that she decided to love someone like me,” Hiro said smiling at me. That made me blush even more, but couldn't help not to smile back at him. “So… Mrs. Tsuchida, what do you do for living?” Mr. Moore asked suddenly. “I'm a writer,” I replied. “Really? What kind of books you write?” “Actually, I wrote only one,” I laughed nervously, “It's a criminal thriller called “Inside the Devil's Mind”, it's been published not long ago…”

Finding what it meant to be wanted, to be seen, to be chosen, not as a man of power, but as a man of heart. He closed his eyes, the sound of his heartbeat drowning out the waves beyond the walls. Every sigh that left her lips sank deeper into his soul. His hands trembled as he reached for her, not to possess, but to hold, gently, reverently, as if she were something sacred. She whispered his name, and the sound of it shattered him. It wasn’t desire that burned through him now, it was devotion. The kind that left no space for pride, only surrender. Liam’s breath hitched, his voice breaking softly. “Sarah…”

"The Sacardo famiglia is doing very well under my management now. I even helped them leave that life behind—no more fighting and killing. Now, they're helping the weak and standing up against injustice. "The owner of that restaurant we always used to eat at got married. His wife is a cheerful young woman. She even said she'd make sure to save some of their wedding favors for you when you visit next time..." I talked and talked. Finally, I looked at Benedetto's striking features that were as handsome as ever. I croaked, "And one more thing, Benedetto... I miss you." I picked up his hand and pressed it against my cheek. Tears slipped from my eyes and landed in his palm.

"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."

he replied in an emotive voice. Sarah could only nod while in her heart, there was a dense ache which was born. Sometimes, after a tiring training, they sat on the green grass, gazing at the blue sky and without any hesitation, she had confined in him, her childhood and so much more about her. But he never once shared anything about him. Sarah really thought he began to trust her a little but she was obviously wrong. Nevertheless, she understood him and couldn’t ask for more. Devlin for her was like the pages of her diary. She wrote everything on them, bled on them, yet they never complained, they never judged, they only listened, just like Devlin.

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

Instead, I'd been left with a long scar on my right arm. She thought about how she'd used acid to burn the scar on my right arm away when dealing with my corpse the other day. It was a badge representing my courage in saving her, yet she'd destroyed it. Ruth read a few more pages and reached the part where I had written that I had donated my kidney to her. "You're the one who donated the kidney to me?" She was in disbelief, yet there were so many coincidences that she had no choice but to believe it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you keep all of this from me?"

"Time is like the waves on a beach. It removes the grains of sand that the beach doesn’t need anymore and leaves behind those that are worthy of it.” I had no idea a snake could have such deep insights into life. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted as I heard Taylor calling from downstairs, "Rachel! I've managed to escape from Misty Forest!"