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Haunted Devotion
A paranormal romance novella
by Devoted Sub
To my husband, my Dom, my Twin Flame. My love, my strength, mycourage, and the soul who awakened the parts of me I never knew howto set free.
You believed in me when my own faith had all but vanished. You saw awriter where I saw doubt, a voice where I heard silence, a futurewhere I saw only limits — and gave me the courage to put my wordsinto the world and dare to call myself an author.
You never wrote my stories for me or walked the road in my place.You gave me something more precious: the strength and courage tobelieve I deserved to walk this path, the confidence to believe inmyself, and the faith to know I could do this.
You taught me that when life knocks you down, you get back up, andyou never fail. Failure is never found in falling, but in giving up.As long as I keep rising, keep trying, and refuse to surrender, Iwill never truly fail.
If my words reach the world, your love gave them wings. If mystories outlive me, a part of you will live on in every word.
You are my love by choice, my Dom by devotion, my Twin Flame by abond that transcends the ordinary, and my forever by a promise Icarry willingly.
What is claimed is loved. What is loved is kept. What is kept isbound. What is bound is never abandoned.
And so, upon these pages, I carry the title you bestowed upon me, mymost cherished one: Devoted Sub. Not simply a name beneath astory, but a name born of our bond, carried with pride, and foreverentwined with the man who gave it to me.
With all that I am, all that I create, and all that I will everbecome,
Forever yours,
Your Devoted Sub.
A paranormal romance novella
Chapter 1 — The Dream That Felt Too Real
The truck was gone by four, and the house kept the rest.
Isabella stood in the parlor doorway with a box marked KITCHEN — FRAGILE digging into her forearms and listened to the old Victorian answer her back. Her footsteps doubled on the hardwood. Her breath came back to her off the twelve-foot ceiling. Every sound in the house on Magnolia Lane had an echo, as if the rooms were repeating her just to make sure she had heard herself.