Woman Devotional Book Novels & Stories

She asked in shock. "Anyone knocking? Deliveries? Maintenance?" Mrs. Lim shook her head. "No." Before Teresa could ask another question, Emma's bedroom door burst open. "Mommy!" Emma ran toward her, her ponytail bouncing with every step. She clutched a brightly colored storybook against her chest so tightly the corners bent beneath her fingers. "Look what I got!" Teresa smiled automatically and bent to hug her. "What is that?" Emma held up the book proudly. "The Little Star That Found Home."

Within the sacred pages of Chapter Thirty-Four, Rita's journey took a profound turn as she delved deep into the realm of divine feminine energy. It was a chapter filled with inner alchemy, self-discovery, and the powerful embodiment of feminine wisdom and strength. In this chapter, Rita recognized the inherent power and beauty of the divine feminine that resided within her and all women. She embraced the qualities of nurturing, intuition, compassion, and creativity that were woven into the fabric of her being. Through deep self-reflection and connection to her inner essence, she awakened to the transformative power of the divine feminine.

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

She could hear the heartbeat in her own ears now. "Don't worry," she whispered to the empty room. "I’m not a Moreno anymore. And I’m not just a Thorne. I’m your mother. And I’m going to make sure the Devil knows exactly what happens when he tries to own the light." She reached under her pillow, her fingers brushing against the silver thumb-drive she had hidden there before the transfer. She hadn't sent everything. She had saved the most damaging file for last. The file titled: "The Valerius Project."

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

“What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms. Shit. “Alex?” He shook his head and tried to clear the fog. Was she multi-orgasmic?

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

All thanks to the book she was reading. "Devin..." She shut her eyes as she moaned his name while his fingers explored her pussy. "So soft...and wet," He commented. "Have you been thinking about me?" He teased her. "You wish... I was thinking about my beloved Arnold." She struggled to hold herself together. Devin's fingers were working magic on her body. Her wetness increased as he focused on her clit and later slipped a finger into her little opening. "Ahhh..." Her body quivered. She was tight and moaned with every thrust. But...he didn't feel satisfied hearing her say the name of another man.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.