Praying For Her Love Novels & Stories

“I pray you suffer like I did, I pray the worst will happen to you. I shouldn't have… leave it.” King Hadrian was right, she might give me a scar I won’t be able to eradicate. Everything was destroyed in a way I might not be able to recover from. “In fact you know what? I pray you fall in love with me and I ravage your soul in the end to the point you won’t be able to love anyone ever again!” I pray for you every night and you… My lips began to quiver, tears brimmed in my eyes accompanied by an intense pain shot through my body. I could feel my body become numb.

she mutters and falls asleep. “Don’t take her from me,” I pray – I don’t know to what god anymore, but I send it up to any of the gods that will listen. “I’ve waited too long, have suffered too much. I love her too much. You can’t be that cruel. I beg you. Don’t take her.”

Not having a worry of anything, she moved a step ahead but felt a hand on her waist, stopping her from going any further. ~Oh, I cry and I pray And I beg for you to love me~ Mayra opened her eyes with a frown and turned to look at the person who dared to touch her but as soon as she faced the person, her breath hitched. ~Oh, I cry and I pray And I beg for you to love me I cry and I pray And I beg for you to love me~

she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with all the longing she’d kept buried. The word slipped from her lips like a prayer, a soft admission that carried the weight of her heart's deepest desires. In that single utterance, she felt the heavy shackles of doubt begin to loosen, the chains of fear giving way to the promise of something extraordinary. It was as if the universe had conspired to align their fates, and all the moments leading up to this one had been mere stepping stones toward a love that felt both inevitable and breathtaking. Each second stretched into eternity as she realized that she was ready to embrace the love that had always been waiting for her.

Fathia said, “Okay, you can go, but don't stay long,” her mom said, “thank you, mom,” Fathia said, and she entered Into her room, she picked some wears, and she went out to wait for Peter, and when he arrived with his car, Fathia entered Into the car and Peter drives home, and two of them came down from the car, and they walked Into the house and headed to the living room and Fathia walked Into the kitchen, and prepare dinner, while I'm the kitchen, Peter stood behind her caressing her body, and said, “babe I love you, and I feel like having you around me all the time”

I whisper, loud enough for her to hear me. “Alpha Adrian I'm sorry-” Her voice breaks, “I see why you reject me and I honestly don't blame you. I know I'm weaker than everyone else, no one prays for my exact persona when they pray for a mate but Alpha Adrian, I'm trying to be better for you and I love you. That should count for something.....right?” She cries out, a needless amount of tears gracing her face.

I was desperate to see her alive, and some of them said that if I prayed, it would be granted. All I prayed for was her to be alive... but now that she is right in front of me, I cannot help but be greedy to ask for another wish. A wish that I could hold her in my arms and tell her that I missed her. I should start praying for that once again because I knew it would be difficult to hold her in my arms. It would be difficult, especially with the hatred she has for me.

She flipped her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee,” she began to pray desperately with rosary in hand. “Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” Chasity made the crucifix over herself. There was a tapping at the window-paned front door. Who could that be at this hour on a weekday? she thought with confusion.

Her tears fell freely, a mix of rage and desperation and pleading. “Please…” she whispered. “Please, God. Don’t let him… don’t let him take him from me. I can’t lose him. I can’t—he’s all I have. Please…” The room stayed silent except for her sobs. Outside, the world went on. Outside, Liam’s denial echoed in a thousand headlines, in a thousand phones. Inside, her hands clenched harder, nails biting into her palms. Aria prayed until her arms ached, until her voice was hoarse. Until she felt like there was nothing left inside her but burning anger, faith, and a desperate, raw love for the tiny life in her hands.

Not a single response? She slouched her shoulders, the silence beginning to gnaw at her confidence. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window and closed her eyes. "Moon Goddess," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I am doing everything I can. I have put my pride on the line. I have sacrificed my peace. Please... just give me a sign. Help me find the path back to the life my father intended for us." Just as the prayer left her lips, her phone vibrated in her hand. Her heart gave a violent thud against her ribs. She looked down at the screen.