Poetic Dedication Novels & Stories

"The piece is the most visible evidence of the becoming." Don looked at the journal. He said nothing for a moment. The kitchen was quiet — the March morning outside the window, the first birds of spring beginning their songs, the specific light of the season's transition coming through the glass. Then Don said: "I want to write a note to Thomas. A longer one this time. The Thessaloniki note was three sentences long. This one should be more." "Yes," Ernest said. "I want to say that the piece is dedicated to his grandfather," Don said. "Not formally — it is not a formal dedication. But in the note. I want Thomas to understand that the three generations are in it with the intention of honoring

“You cannot imagine how grateful we are for everything. I will serve you with loyalty and devotion until the end of my days. Please forgive my boldness, but it would be an honor for us if you became the father of dedication to our firstborn in the future.” “That must be a very well-considered decision on your part,” the king laughed. “Fathers of dedication are chosen from the most responsible and morally exemplary people—those whose best qualities a parent wishes to pass on to their child. It is a great honor for me as well,” the king paused and looked slyly at the young man. “And do you know who your father of dedication is?” the monarch now laughed openly. “No,” the guard answered after a

" And together with our entangled hands, we show to the world that our hearts are in this ring. We kiss again, and we never care. This is the most courageous love dedication I've ever made, and I'm damn proud of it! . c.m. louden

"It is proof that you respect even those of no status." He'd answered vaguely, implying he might dedicate it to his sister, Maya. I pressed, "Choose someone random. Make a statement." Now, as all the attention centered on him, Don glared at me. His lips curved into a smirk. "Oh, this hunt…" The silence was intentional and dramatic. "I will dedicate it to Melody Madison." My breath stopped. The audience gasped. Some laughed. Others whispered in shock. Jay resembled having just been slapped. His face was a thunderstorm of anger.

“So, I dedicate this to him. To Jace Harrington. May it inspire generations of athletes, the way his dedication has inspired me as a father.” Applause thundered. Cameras swivelled toward me, catching the stiff smile I forced onto my face. My father beamed, triumphant, like the entire moment had been scripted, because of course it had. “And this project,” he went on, “is also dedicated to my son’s betrothed, Alice Gomez. Her father was one of the proud financiers of this dream, and because of the love our children share, I knew it was only right. Though Mr Gomez is unfortunately out of the country, his beautiful daughter, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law, is here beside her prince charming.”

His voice carried strength and confidence, echoing through the hall. But when he reached the end of the speech, his gaze shifted directly toward Eleanor. “This achievement,” he said slowly, “would not mean much without the person who stood beside me through everything.” He lifted his glass slightly toward her. “I dedicate this moment to Eleanor.” A ripple of whispers spread through the audience. Vanessa sat among the guests, her nails digging into her palm beneath the tablecloth. That dedication… It was supposed to be hers. Her smile remained perfectly in place, but her eyes burned with fury as she watched Eleanor sit there like a queen.

He handed the microphone to her, and I gasped with astonishment, realizing her intention. Her sweet, soulful voice echoed in the air, getting everyone’s attention. Her voice made my body and soul come alive! “I dedicate this song to my one and only! You know who you are!” My c*ck throbbed, realizing what she meant. “Walking hand in hand with you, Running side by side with you, Lying, breathing, living with you, In everything I do with you, I cherish my life with you. Let us cherish what we have,

"Based on those vows that you guys have given to each other right now, I want to encourage you that these rings, as you wear them it serves as a reminder to each of you and whenever you will look down at your finger, it shall remind you the commitment, the dedication and the vows you just made to each other in front of all of us." The ring, it will surely be a reminder of the vows and commitment, but it will never be the reminder of dedication as their vows were nothing but hollow words to each other and there was no dedication or love in their words, neither those words came from their bottoms of heart.

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/

Because with Bia pouting on one side and Kearns lurking on the other, peace felt temporary, and I’d learned the hard way that temporary never lasts long. Bia couldn’t stand being background noise for long. The moment the tension from Kearns started to fade and laughter picked back up, she stood like she’d been waiting for her cue. The mic was still warm from the last singer when she strutted onto the small stage, all glitter and confidence. “This next one,” she announced dramatically, voice syrupy sweet, “is dedicated to the brave heroes of the Newark Fire Department…” She paused for effect, her gaze sliding directly to me. Dez groaned loud enough to be heard over the speakers. “Oh, come on,