Praying For Her Love Novels & Stories

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

But nothing came. Just silence. That cruel, heavy silence that eats at your heart until there’s nothing left but dread. I pressed my palms together and closed my eyes. I wasn’t someone who prayed often, but I did then. I begged God… begged whatever force was listening not to take him from me. Not like this. Not when I had finally realized how much I loved him. “Please,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice trembling. “Please don’t take him from me. Not now. Not when I haven’t even had the chance to love him the way I should have.”

she reassures me, rubbing my back. After a minute, as we pull apart, I close my eyes and silently begin to pray, my heart aching. 'God, please, I'll do anything. I'll go away from Sky's life if that's what it takes, but please, let him be alright. Don't take him away. I'm begging you.' Clutching my pendant, I repeat the prayer over and over, hoping that maybe, just maybe, my pleas will be heard. Maybe God will give me another chance and save Sky's life.

Izan hugged me, and when the wave of need returned, this time we made love the slow, leisurely, calm way. By the time dawn broke, he was asleep, perhaps from exhaustion, so I only dared to look at him adoringly. “Goddess, I know you have given me so much; you have blessed me with a baby, you have given me the opportunity to love again, and you have given me time... Today I pray for my mate, so that he will be free from that curse that does not let him be happy,” I said between tears. “I don't ask you for me, only for him, because he is a good man and he deserves everything good in the world. He deserves to be happy; he deserves to live; he deserves to make the most of every moment. Please, G

All she would have left was to beg for her chance to let him use her in whatever way he saw fit, with whatever energy he had remaining. She once again looked at Christine and then over at Linda sitting on the couch, and she offered a silent prayer. Please, God, let these two find steady boyfriends so they'll let me have Mark to myself! That prayer would not be answered soon.

Her shoulders shook with quiet sobs. “Protect the man I was too afraid to love. The man I denied… the one who’s still waiting for me even if I keep pushing him away.” She bit her lip, shutting her eyes tightly as tears streamed down her face. “Don’t let my fear cost me his life. Don’t take him away before I have the courage to tell him how I really feel.” The prayer left her lips like a plea from her soul — fragile, desperate, and painfully sincere.

“You know what?” “What?” Zach asked, his interest piqued, turning to glance at her again. “All my life, I’ve prayed for a man who would love me completely, who would sweep me off my feet. When we first met, you were so mean and rude, and I swore I’d never love you,” she said, shaking her head with a small laugh. “But when I saw who you really are… beneath all the rough edges, my heart melted. It feels like my dreams are already coming true. I finally have someone who's showering me with love.”

She spent the entire day lying in bed, sobbing uncontrollably. "Please take my pain away. I don't want to feel this way," she said, praying aloud. "If this is what it takes to love someone, I no longer want to be in love. All I want is to forget about everything, including my feelings for him." She keeps crying bitter tears.

She looks at me and softly whispers my name, “Colton please, please don’t do this. I need you, dammit I love you. Don’t do this to me, don’t do this to us. Please.” “God, Trinity, I love you, but…” And then what do I do?

Georgia sniffled, cradling his big body into her embrace as she hummed softly, “I know, honey. I know.” “Dear Goddess, I pray for you. I pray for you to ease the pain my son is feeling. Heal his broken heart. Heal his broken soul. What sin had he committed to deserve this unbearable pain? What mistake had he committed to suffer like this? I’m begging you with my soul. Ease his pain. Show him the way. Guide him to his destination.” she prayed in her heart.