Romans & histoires Wafting Devotion

I watched in horror as he moved to dump my daughter's ashes into the toilet. I shouted, "No! Please, don't do this!" Xavier chuckled. "If it means so much to you, then apologize to Reina." I nodded frantically. "Okay! I'll apologize!" I dropped to my knees, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as I choked out the words. "Reina, I'm sorry." Xavier was not satisfied. He said, "Not good enough. Get on your knees properly and bow." I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they might crack, but I obeyed. I bowed deeply and apologized. "Reina, I'm sorry!"

I demanded. Ava looked at me, her eyes glossy with tears. “A ritual… Devlin wants to become a god.” My mouth dropped open. Was Devlin insane? The same ritual that made us lose our wolves? He wanted to go against divine mandate? “I’m guessing he’s been working with the witches all this time,” I said, and Juliet nodded. Suddenly, it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. “Ahhhhh,” I winced in pain, clutching it tightly.

"Landing a man as perfect as you is truly a blessing." I watched a faint, endearing flush creep up to the tips of his ears, a profound sense of peace finally settling over my chest. Thankfully, I wasn't some doomed, tragic female foil in a cheap novel. We had a long, beautiful lifetime ahead of us.

The world feels frozen. Like the end of the world rests on my shoulders. In this minute, everything can change. No one seems to move once I start speaking. The clouds open up and lightning strikes. I’m running out of time. “Devotion isn’t about your soulmate. It comes from so much more. From the bond created to cement a life beyond what we all thought was possible. From friendship that has a power to destroy a person once their gone. Devotion to a mother that could transpire the grave. To the ability to stay friends with the nobody, everybody else hated. To a bond so strong you stayed by her side and helped her find her way home. Each and every one of us are devoted to Amy. She’s the reason

"I don't want them." A teacher walking past slowed her steps. "Oh," she said with a smile. "Mr. Grimhollow, that's so thoughtful." Asher chuckled lightly and turned to the teacher. "I've been trying to convince Teresa that divorce doesn't mean we can't be kind to each other." The teacher chuckled. "I wish more parents thought like that." Teresa felt every pair of eyes drift toward her. She knew this game. If she refused the flowers, she'd look bitter.

Just quietly supporting her from a distance, expecting nothing in return. Three months of silence. He was hurt, that's all. Enough time's passed. Of course he still cares. Of course he still loves me. The more she turned it over, the more convinced she became. A self-satisfied smirk crept across her face, something close to contempt flickering underneath it. You act like you hate me, Grant. And here you are, still circling back to me like you always do. Twenty years of devotion doesn't just disappear because of one bad night.

Behind her, Devandra sat in a wheelchair that Adrian had prepared. Vania gazed at the clear night sky. The stars began to appear one by one, as if they, too, were listening to her prayer. “God…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please. Don’t separate us again.” Devandra gently held her hand from behind. They didn’t say anything else. They just stood together, staring at the sky. In that quiet moment, they made a new vow—a vow of love that would no longer falter, and a promise to never give up again.

“Daily devotional practices are to be kept.” I take a deep breath. I turn towards the altar in my room and say my daily devotionals. The routine of it comforting and calming, my nausea subsiding. “A strict code of silence is to be maintained. No speaking, singing, or humming. The only words to be said are in prayer.” I like silence. It is comforting. Listening to the wind whip through the grasses. Watching the grass gracefully bend to the wind’s will. Hearing the birds calling for a mate, their eager lover whistling back to accept his call. Nature is magic.

A chalkboard sign with clumsy handwriting that said: TRY OUR CARAMEL LATTE. IT WON’T FIX YOUR LIFE, BUT IT’S A START. Ridiculous. I was about to walk past it when something—instinct, or habit, or madness—turned my head toward the window. And my world stopped. My breath froze. My heart… I don’t even know if it beat. Because there, behind the counter, wiping down a table with lazy swipes and soft movements I would recognize anywhere— Was Rafe.

While Yaahadana, trying to figure out his human nature and its strength. He didn't realize when he fell in love with Yarrow. On the other side of the world, it amazed Naksh as he discovered his wolf spirit guiding him towards his dynasty, heightened his strength of smell, eager to meet his mate Accalia. In this chaos, the third angel fell on the earth named Dev, He called the master of manipulators; no one can beat his speed and beauty. Dev Pov