Novel & Cerita Woman Devotional Book

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

🌹 Author’s Thank You 🌹 Dear Beloved Readers, From the very first chapter to this very last moment, you have been my companions on this journey,through every cliffhanger, every heartbreak, every blood-soaked battle, and every tender whisper of love. When I first began writing The Devil’s Handmaiden, I never imagined the kind of bond it would create between myself and all of you. What started as just words on a page grew into a world alive with fire and shadows, because you believed in it, and because you believed in me.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

"A woman with powerful Holy magic shouldn't have this strong of a hold on the son birthed from lust and sin. In fact, it should repel me, even while here in my domain." "I don't know what you want me to tell you." She glared at him. "It didn't give me all the details like we hoped for." She cocked her head. "I said she used a Bible, right?" "Correct. Are you misinformed?" He asked her. She hopped off the table and paced in front of the desk. "The book it mentioned. It detailed how ancient it was, yet the power it held couldn't be maintained by the simplest of Holy men." She stopped pacing.

Then felt something wet soaking through my shirt. “Are you crying?” I tried to get her lean back to look at her, but she only tightened her hold on me and hid her face. “No.” Her voice cracked, letting me know she was crying. “You stupid woman, why are you crying?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. This woman cared too much about people, even the ones she didn’t know. Her heart was too big, too pure, and too caring. And she was my fire With one glimpse of her, she had softened my stone-cold heart, melting the frozen parts with her warmth.

Jesus, she's perfect. She grunts and spreads her legs wide open, flashing me her lips. Lorraine sucks on her fingers then brings it to her throbbing nub, her back arches when she begins to play with herself. Teasingly rubbing her sweet pussy as her blue eyes innocently stare back at me. I pull down my pants and start to touch myself as I watch her play with herself.

Devlin pointed out. "There's something different about her... enthralling." Devlin frowned at his friend suspiciously. "Do you have feelings for her?" His words carried more of a bite than he'd anticipated. "Not in any way that matters." Devlin couldn't fault the man for his honesty. Faith was a sexy woman even though she didn't seem to realize just how sexy she was. She might not be stunningly beautiful like the models or actresses he f*cked around with, but she was infinitely unconsciously sensual in her every move.

The noises Ruth and Ivan made pierced my ears. I wanted to cover them so I wouldn't have to listen to them, but the noise penetrated my soul. I clamped my ears as hard as possible, but it didn't help. I couldn't escape, either. It was as if I'd been placed under a spell that bound my soul to Ruth. I couldn't get away from her. I could only watch as my fiancée, the woman I loved more than life itself, slept with my murderer. I was so disgusted that I wanted to puke.

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"