Incarnate Devotion Novels & Stories

Athena “SHUT THE FUCK UP” After hitting snooze the gazillionth time, I just had to silence the poor thing, forever. R.I.P. Rest In pieces. Damn it, now I need a new alarm clock. “That another alarm clock?” And that’s my annoying ride-or-die bestie/housemate/ course-mate/sister everything, Sophie. Her mom adopted me when she found me wandering around like a ghost who refused to go toward the light. They took care of me ever since.

"The act? You seemed so affectionate and protective when you were helping Mary. Almost like you cared for her in real, I can see the affection in your eyes, you can't lie to me that it's just a part of an act." Daniel took a step closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "Luna, you're the only one I care about. Mary was just a pawn in this game we're playing, there's no way I would care about a bitch like her, you're my everything, affection you say? My blood boils with anger while my mind screams in disgust whenever she is near me, how on earth can affection appear in my eyes? It must be a disgusting emotion my love, the only person with whom I'm affectionate is you, apart from you, I don't care a

I tried to reply as nicely as possible even though her remark offended me, "I'm not exactly a thing; I'm a person." She looked at me with disdain and said, "Oh, how cute. She was trying to sound all-important and human-like. Trust me, in this house, you're just a thing. Don't delude yourself." I felt a bit of anger rising within me at her words. First, she materialized me and then insulted me, but I mustered up the courage to speak in a low tone; I still have no idea who she was, and I don't think I'd want trouble with anyone in place right now, "I may be here as a maid, but I still deserve to be treated with at least a bit more of respect. I won't tolerate being belittled or looked down upo

And now, all she wanted was to divorce Ansel. Odessa's heart went numb with pain, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks. She pushed Ansel away and said, "Do you remember when we first got together at 17? I told you I'd leave without hesitation if you ever betrayed me. You promised you never would. It was a matter of principle." When she'd been murdered, her killer had stabbed her 17 times. Each wound was a cruel echo of the blind devotion she'd held at 17. Ansel's gentle mask cracked. His eyes grew cold, glittering with disdain. "Principle?" he scoffed. "Do you really think something we said as kids still matters?

I smile dryly, “but has she ever been in love?” She sips her tea, “once,” she sighs, “Isa wasn't the typical girl growing up, when others where struggling with nail polish she was already going on missions with my father, but when she fell in love, she…changed, became softer, calmer, started…living” “What happened?” curiosity getting the best of me. “He lied, all through the relationship, he lied” she sips the tea again, “he destroyed Isa and then she just became…well the Isa we all know and love, but I know deep down, she's still that soft woman”

"Starve our earthly desires. But I propose a different approach....sanctify them. Transform them. Make them holy through proper channels and divine purpose..." His thrusts became slightly harder, and Veronica struggled not to gag as his cock hit the back of her throat. Drool was running down her chin, tears forming in her eyes from the intensity. "When we offer our hungers to God," Henry said, and now there was the slightest strain in his voice, "when we channel our needs through sacred service, they cease to be sinful. They become... sacramental." He pushed deep, holding Veronica's head in place while his cock blocked her airway. She couldn't breathe, couldn't pull away, could only endure w

“It breaks my heart to see you like this. It could be good for you. Just to get out there and get a routine going.” “I don’t want to get out there,” I uttered. “Maybe,” she pushed in a pleading voice. “But it is what you need. Brandon said his friend, Colin McLaren, needed someone to take care of light finance data entry tasks. See where it takes you till you decide what you want to do.” “Whatever,” I mumbled flat. “Eve,” she started in her motherly voice. “You can’t live off your book royalties if you are not promoting and writing. That income will wither away.”

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

Between his touch or his sexy groans on my ears. My eyes drifted to the books and see something. It was like a magnifying moment and I pushed him away. Even with a pure bliss of emotion, with his hands all over my body and his kisses that almost make me crazy, I’ve pushed him away for I saw something. “ D-Devon,” Alpha Antonio growls, watching me annoyed for stopping. I’ve picked up the book and encircled the phrase. “ Only a god can see the abode of truth. The abode of others for nature prevents the mixture of life above the earth.”