Woman Devotional Book Novels & Stories

More, and more. End of Book 1

Trying to prove she hadn't done the things they said. She started a new page. This one wasn't about defense. At the top she wrote one word: Everything. And then she began to list—methodically, coldly, the way Dom had taught her by example—every single thing she had given, and every single thing she was owed.

“I might be able to help recommend some books relating to the topic.” Given where my head had just been, the request came easy to me. “Do you have anything on… the Goddess?” I asked, turning to look at him, my expression instantly becoming serious. “And I don’t mean those vague books I’ve already read in the library before. I mean… actual information. Like that book I saw you use for my confirmation.” He gave me another knowing look before he went about pulling a few from the shelves. Eventually, after a few minutes had passed, he handed me over four different ones; all of which looked far older than I felt comfortable touching. They looked almost fragile enough to break by just breathing on

Caroline’s image of things was much more of a political woman but she made me smile with her bravery and fight for what was right. “I just hate how to mean she is to you now. I just want you to have the very best day tomorrow. It truly will be beautiful just look at all the love everyone is putting into everything.” Sophia with her kind and loving manner. “Kellina you are the bravest priestesses I have ever known. Thank you so much for the kind words about my dress. I just wish I could do more. I hope the dress will be alright.” Poor Clara who I ended up comforting more than her but I didn’t mind because I saw all the work she had put into every last detail. She truly was a kind sp

The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight. The holy woman, truly embarrassed by the position she was now bound to uphold, couldn't help but ask with a trembling voice lacing her soothing vocals. "Hmmm…Sol? Why am I being bound so?" "Of course, it's because you wish for it, don't you?" "Heh, you shouldn't be so surprised, no? I remember some of the books you have in your collection. Well, most of the books. After all, they all follow the same genre."

They both looked at each other, and I could see the worry and pain they felt for Amethyst in both of their eyes. Venna wrapped her arms around Amethyst, holding her tightly. "You will be happy, Amethyst," she said, patting her back and trying to comfort her. "You deserve so much better than this. You don't have to beg for their love, okay?” she added. Maureen nodded, her expression fierce. He completely agreed with what Venna said. Amethyst doesn't really need to beg for their attention and love. "Venna is right, Ame. You don't need to beg for their love and attention. You are beautiful, smart, kind, and you're strong. There must be another man out there who will appreciate you more." Mauren

Cradling me as if I was made of glass, as if my survival was fragile and sacred all at once. “I told you I’d never let anything happen to you,” he whispered, low and throaty, anger and longing mingling in that dangerous cadence I had memorized like a prayer. I could only let myself be held, every nerve screaming in relief, terror, and something dangerously intimate. End Flashback

Her voice carried the weight of absolute conviction, the certainty of someone who had never wavered in her faith and never experienced the temptations she warned against. Several congregation members felt tears spring to their eyes, moved by the pure faith radiating from the young woman at the altar. Her hands clasped before her, fingers intertwined around a leather bible. Its margins were filled with handwritten notes, observations, and personal reflections revealing the depth of her scholarship and devotion. The Bible had been a gift from the Mother Superior when she had first taken her vows, and in the five years since, it had become as much a part of her as her own heartbeat.

— D. Not D.J, but D. I pressed my hand flat against the cover and thought, Claire was right, there is always emotional fine print. And I had already, without realizing it, started to read it.

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo