Praying For Her Love Novels & Stories

I just hope she would grant me answers irrespective of what it would cost. At that moment, I was ready to do anything at all, as long as she would grant me answers. "Moon goddess," I began to pray, my voice heavy with emotions. "I beg you, please come to my aid." "I know you don't like me; the punishment you've given to me is proof of how much you hate me," the words tumbled out of my lips, echoing the pain that was deeply rooted in my heart. "But please, I beg you, grant me just this one request," I cried. "Save Asher's life."

I pried her hands off me and pushed her but she didn't move an inch. " Don't. Don't push me away Nav ,not today. Why you always do that, first that Parth and now you push me away for your new friends, please don't resist me tonight ,I want you .I want to make love to you ." My breath got stuck in my lungs and eyes bulged out of socket when she said that.

She was overwhelmed with how she felt so little in such a huge place where no one else was there except her. She walked down the aisle, and she sat in a spot just four benches away from the altar. She brought herself on her knees and closed her eyes. Faye whispered her prayer, to guide her in her decision, and to let Him know that she seek for Him first to heal her best friend, to make her happy, and to make her life longer. She asked for forgiveness for what she is about to do, for wishing to someone who’s clearly has dark powers she does not even know dis exists.

He did not know what words to use in order to pray, but he was sure that if there was anyone up there listening, he would surely be able to listen to the cries of his heart. A sob escaped his lips, and he pursed his lips, as the words finally escaped his mouth. "Forgive me, for not believing in you, for never coming to you and doing pooja, or praying, or making any sacrifice. And even now, I have nothing to offer, except my tears. I would never offer anything except the most precious thing to me, but that's the thing I'm trying to ask you for. Return my love to me. I want my wife back. Please. Please bring her back to me. I beg you. Please."

“We just got married. We were gonna have a family. This can’t be happening.” Nate knelt in front of her, his hands on her shoulders, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “Hey, listen to me. Jack’s strong. He’s fighting in there. You gotta hold on, okay? Pray. That’s what you and Jack do, right? Pray together. Do it now.” She nodded, her hands trembling as she clasped them, her voice a whisper. “God, please, heal Jack. Bring him back to me. I need him. We need him.” The prayer felt like a lifeline, her faith the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

Her tears flow endlessly, her body shaking with spasms. — I love him, Lyra… I love him like I’ve never loved anyone. These two days without him have been hell. I haven’t eaten, haven’t slept. I thought I would die. I… I begged, I screamed, I prayed… nothing works. I want him back. I am ready to… to kneel before him, to ask for forgiveness, even if I was the one who was deceived. My heart tightens so hard it hurts my chest. Her words are like a cruel mirror of my own past wounds. I remember my own nights of supplication, my own silent humiliations.

I kept my tears in check as I spoke. "Mommy, I know I won’t make it. That’s why I divided the two million into three portions. Each of you gets one card. "There’s just one thing I can’t understand, Mommy. "Tell me, why haven’t you been able to love me? Not even once in two lifetimes?"

I put a movie on the tv and we cuddled in my bed, making sweet love before falling asleep. I couldn’t believe it when he told me he fell in love with me, too. I beat myself up mentally after I said it, it was so soon. Maybe part of me knew there was love there, he was like a sight for sore eyes and a breath of fresh air after everything I endured. Maybe Zach will be my endgame. His love is something I crave to have for the rest of my life.

But she looked like an angel in his eyes. Approaching her bed, he raised his shaking hands, caressing her beautiful curls. “I love you,” he whispered, staring at her soft hand as he grabbed it, kissing the top. He looked at a small cross at the far end of a wall. “Please, God. Give us the strength we need to get through this. I know these are tests you’re giving us, but we don’t need more. We believe in You and we believe in Your power. Help us, I am imploring you,” he prayed.

My tongue seems to shrink so I can't speak and my throat is also dry. He did not answer my prayer. Why? I became a good person. Why didn't you grant me my only request? That's just for the girl I love. Why, why haven't you been able to grant me? I didn't commit any big sin, why are you taking her from me? "Fatima," I whispered her name in the air hoping she could hear me and chose to breathe again. How could you do this to me, Fatima? You said you love me. Why did you left me?!