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“Right. And when Hoshea realized that, he learned to love like God. However, in the end, when she was caught doing adultery, she was stoned and treated badly until Hoshea came to save her and I'm sure she'd have fallen for him.” He smiles. “Hoshea's wife loved him but the nation couldn't remain faithful to God, how painful.” “Indeed. We can easily make humans fall for us by praying for that person. If he or she's not for us, then surely God may bless them. After all, everything is in His hands. But I feel bad for others that they can't love God.” “Because if you haven't loved God, you haven't loved in your life at all.” “Because God is love.”

The light in his eyes died instantly. But I didn't stop. "You said that sleeping apart for a week meant automatic divorce. So every time we fought—no matter who was wrong—I was the one who apologized first. Why? Because I loved you. And you took that love and used it to control me. "Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie?

The only hint I had was Drake’s words to me during the other party… I was beloved. In what way was I so beloved by Kain? Not romantically, that much was clear. Kain loved women. Some would say he loved them too much, but I was growing somewhat accustomed to his conquests by now. I still hated every moment, but I had come to terms with it always being a thing I’d have to deal with.

I scoffed at Brent's question. "Love? Do you hear yourself, Brent? I don't do love, Brent. I'm not yet insane to love someone. I'm still in my right mind. I don't believe in love. It's just an emotion that makes people pathetic and foolish. Love is just a myth. True love and a happy ending don't exist. It's just on fairy tales." I said "If you don't believe in love then do you also don't believe in God?" Chloe asked

It's like I could feel his desperation and need for me, our emotions mixing into desire. "I know you feel it too," he whispered breathlessly. "It doesn't matter how I feel! Emotions are dangerous and can't be trusted." I cried. "Give me a chance. The moon goddess wouldn't have made us mates if it wasn't destiny." I had to admit I did agree with him, but I just can't. Astrid had been quiet ever since we had met Killian, but this made her stir in my mind.

It was not the laughter of someone mocking fate but the laughter of someone who knows that grace has a sense of humor. Truly “Love is the flame of God. Many waters cannot quench the power of love. The fire of love stops at nothing, it sweeps everything before it. Flood waters can’t drown love, torment of rain can’t put it out. Love is truly invincible, surviving the darkest.” The congregation applauded when we kissed. It felt different, it felt holy, it felt sacred like God has placed His signature upon it and I could only wish we had saved it all for this moment.

Grace Luther read through the letter with a frown; Dear, Gracey. I assume you have met Adeline already as you examine this letter. She has already grown to become a nice young lady. When you see this letter, I reckon I am dead. Please take care of Adeline for me. She grew up without you by her side and has never known a mother's love. Don't worry, I didn't tell her anything, I have kept that matter a secret. All that I beg of you, is that you treat her better and let her finish her education. yours sincerely,

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Rita had become a beacon of hope, a living testament to the transformative power of spiritual connection. Through Lumina's divine intervention, Rita had discovered that true love resided not only in human connections but also in the boundless, all-encompassing love of God. Her journey from solitude to spiritual awakening had gifted her with a profound understanding—that the love she sought had been within her all along, waiting to be unearthed and shared with the world.