Odb Devotional Novels & Stories

Just quietly supporting her from a distance, expecting nothing in return. Three months of silence. He was hurt, that's all. Enough time's passed. Of course he still cares. Of course he still loves me. The more she turned it over, the more convinced she became. A self-satisfied smirk crept across her face, something close to contempt flickering underneath it. You act like you hate me, Grant. And here you are, still circling back to me like you always do. Twenty years of devotion doesn't just disappear because of one bad night.

The ache was unbearable. My eyes fell on the devotional candle on the small wooden table. It was thick, thicker than two of my fingers together, pure white beeswax, smooth and unblemished--We used them during Adoration, their steady flame a symbol of Christ’s eternal light. Tonight it stood tall and dripping of wax on its brass holder, the rounded tip slightly wider, tapering gracefully down to a solid base. It looked… obscene in the moonlight. My mouth went dry as I imagined its weight, its smoothness. I should have looked away but instead, I reached for it.

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

The thought of Dante hating her, brought so much tears to her. His voice was low—like a prayer whispered at midnight, broken and reverent. “But I just can’t… Not when you’re the reason I’m still breathing.” The words rolled off his tongue like a vow soaked in madness and devotion. To him, she wasn’t just a woman. She was his God, his religion, the altar he bled for. He looked at her the way sinners look at salvation—desperate, unworthy, but addicted. She signed softly, tears threatening to fall down from her eyes. She looked up to the white roof trying to stop the tears.

I didn’t know what she wanted from me, but whatever it was, I couldn’t give it to her. “Eve,” her tone changed from reprimand to gentle worry. “I know this is hard. Believe me, if I could make it easier, I would. We have to do something, otherwise this will get worse. You should be healing, not getting worse as time goes on.” I glanced away from her, noticing a busy street and people rushing all around us but I felt alone. I didn’t know what to say to her. I couldn’t be the same person I was before the accident.

There was no bloodstain anywhere, and he didn’t seem surprised for a second. “Ava will never believe this,” he whispered to himself before opening his Holy Bible. When he beheld chapter 13:1-2 in the book of Romans, he looked around the sitting room one more time before he began to read and meditate on the verses. Ubari had run out of the house in fright the moment the rumbling inside the ‘special bathroom’ began. While beholding the strange spectacle, she thought she was high, but soon realised that it’d been seventy-two hours since a roll of marijuana touched her lips.

Devon looked like a child, obeying her words. “Just close your eyes, thank God for the blessings, and ask forgiveness for your sins,” the woman said. Devon was about to close his eyes, but flinched. “Why should I thank Him? I don’t want to,” he said and started eating and the others followed, except for her. “It’s okay. One day, you’ll pray for someone. Devon paused. He didn’t know why, but her words made him uneasy. It felt like something bad was going to happen, but he stayed quiet, watching her pray alone.

I walked in circles around the room trying not to break down completely. Ten minutes had past. I was willing to pray to every possible god that would listen to my pleading for help… Suddenly, the speaker turned on, and I heard Okada's voice again. “Congratulations! The game is officially over.”

she began, but Ivana hushed her with a soft smile. “Save it for later, Emily. Focus on getting better,” she said gently. Within minutes, Emily drifted into a light, peaceful sleep, her soft snoring filling the room. Ivana moved to the window, staring out at the city lights, but her mind was elsewhere. “Bride of a god…” she whispered under her breath. Why… Why did my parents promise me to a god? The memory of his golden eyes, his raw power and searing anger, lingered in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. Fear, confusion, and a strange curiosity tangled together, filled her up.

He just held her like that until she was calmer. “I couldn’t help but notice sweetheart, how chummy you seemed to be with Fr. Abe. “ Not wanting to hide secrets from him, she mentioned nonchalantly “Well there might have been a time we thought we were for each other until God intervened. He found his calling one time when we were traveling to a small community for our immersion. He was very calm and at peace when he told me that he felt we were not meant to be. When he told me he intended to enter the seminary, I felt rather proud of him. My family and I supported him in any way we could. Seeing the fondness for the priest in her eyes, Devlin felt a sting of jealousy. “Do not worry, my love,