Devotions By Sarah Young Novels & Stories

But all I could see was her. “Wait what are you doing here?” Zara leaned forward, genuinely confused. “Weren’t you coming back to Valerie? Why are you in… that?” That. The word sliced deeper than it should have. Maria didn’t flinch. She stepped forward like this was all going according to plan. “Maid 57 is covering today’s service. All the senior staff are occupied, and someone needed to serve tea.” She used the number on purpose. Maid 57. A burn of shame crawled up my throat.

Then I wouldn't have noticed his evasiveness. Dev, Those who betray a true heart must swallow a thousand silver needles. ... May 25, 2025 I saw Dev while scrolling through Facebook. He appeared in a photo Sarah posted. A gathering of young talents, with half his face visible in the bottom left corner. Her caption read: "It's great having a big shot as a friend." I thought it was great too, so I liked her post. ... May 28, 2025 Echo has been home for a few days now. The cat supplies I ordered online arrived.

"Let us all ask God for the forgiveness of our sins, so our sins won't be a barrier to answers to our prayer." Sarah began to feel uncomfortable, did the pastor know that she stole some money this morning, did he know her occupation. As she lifted her eyes it met with the pastors but what she saw in his eyes was not condemnation, rather it was filled with compassion. She listened to the pastor and the passengers sing in praise, she didn't know any of the songs that they sang, so she listened to them sing and when the pastor asked them to bow their head in prayer, she joined them but didn't say a word. "Where do I begin to pray from'' Sarah thought to herself. " my sins are plentiful." She sh

I called the office knowing he would be in there today even if it were a Saturday. “Ah Mr. Demogorgon, I’m hoping that you’re calling about picking out a girl you’ll be marrying and if you don’t mind, I’d would suggest picking Miss Deserae Nehemiah. I really believe that she’ll make a fine wife for you sir.” “Mr. Hamill, I’m not calling to tell you that I picked out any of those girls that you were so kindly put together for me to look through. I’m calling you to let you know that I just gotten married.”

Her voice faltered as she blinked. "My fault!" He whispered, wiping her tears. "it okay, stop crying" he dropped, his voice soft and calm as she gasped in disbelief... ★ QUARTERS* Tatiana raced into her room locking the door behind her, she was still trying to process what earlier happened but she can't believe it. He stylishly apologized to her! What the F*ck. Does a devil apologize? She can't believe this! Tatiana inhaled and exhaled slowly.

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

My wife, Sarah, was the executive chef at a renowned Michelin-starred restaurant in town. Her culinary creations were famous across the city, making a reservation nearly impossible to secure. Yet in our ten years of marriage, she had never cooked me a single meal at home. She always claimed that cooking was just her job, and when she came home, she didn’t want to set foot in the kitchen. Naturally, I wanted to visit her restaurant and taste her food. However, every time I brought it up, she insisted that all the tables were fully booked and told me not to make a scene. Everything changed when my mother’s seventieth birthday approached. Half a month in advance, I asked Sarah if she could

The day my husband, Ramsey Collins, completed his classified deployment, I brought our daughter to the local elementary school for registration. The administrator looked up from her screen, visibly confused. "Ma'am, your daughter's father is already registered in our database as a parent, but for a different boy. Did you mistype his details?" My forehead creased. "That's impossible. Let me check." I unlocked my phone. An update popped up from my husband, who had forgotten to hide his private posts from me. [Seven years in secret. Now I can finally tell the world that you are my wife.] The attached photo showed my best friend, Evelyn Reed, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling gen

Something about how difficult it must be to "start over with a child." Lucas turned toward her. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't insult her. He simply spoke, his tone even and controlled. "Teresa has built a career, raised a child, and survived a marriage that most people in this room know almost nothing about." The room became quiet. Lucas continued, his words measured. "Being divorced doesn't make her less accomplished. Being a mother doesn't make her less of a woman. Surviving something doesn't give anyone the right to reduce her to what happened to her."

Xavier instinctively rejected the news. "That's impossible." Then, he scoffed, saying, "Connor, it looks like Eloise has gotten really good at this. She even managed to get you on her side to trick me?" Connor's voice dropped. "Mr. Morales, I'm telling the truth. The baby was born premature and passed away shortly after. I can send you the clinical report and death certificate." After that, Xavier's phone buzzed with incoming documents. Connor said, "Mr. Morales, the baby has already been cremated, but the funeral hasn't been held yet. Should we—"