Cara Devlin Books In Order Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 4 Amber Desiree’s POV I was feeling bored at home, so I decided to cook and bring lunch to Lorenzo at his office. My car had just been released from the auto shop after cleaning, so at least I didn’t have to book a ride this time. I was now on my way to Lorenzo’s company. It didn’t take long before I finally arrived. After carefully parking my car, I stepped out and looked up at the towering building before me. It stretched high into the sky—modern, sleek, and unmistakably luxurious. At the very top, bold silver letters spelled DEVLIN.

He could hardly believe his eyes, the woman before him bearing an uncanny resemblance to the mother he had thought lost to him forever. The woman’s gaze met his, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing as she nodded in confirmation. Thorian’s breath hitched in his throat, his mind reeling as he struggled to process the revelation that stood before him. In the dimly lit confines of his chamber, Devlin sat hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over his plans. Time was of the essence, and every moment counted as he schemed and plotted his next move to rid himself of Ashley once and for all.

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

I felt his knuckle rings glide against my torso, his hand traveling up to pin my neck to the wall again almost as if he was claiming me. A stranger claiming a random lady. How unreal. “I can be your poison. I can be the one they fear. For you.” He whispered, his lip brushing against my earlobe. "I'll give you the power you desire, and take them down for you,”. "What are you talking about?” I gagged. "I can see your heart, it craves revenge. I'll get them for you, I'll get them all, just for you. Chloe Willie. Seth Finn. Martha Wilson. All of them.”.

Lucien POV I observe the woman beside me. Her sweat glistened on her skin, her gasps never seemed to end. Her eyes are grey like ash, and her hair like a well-lit cigar. The car was covered by the scent of her perfume, a smell of fresh cherry blossom lingered in the air. The constant puffing of her chest is like waves dancing in a rhythm. I felt a sudden urge in my body as I found myself strangely captivated by her being.

To Be Continued… Find the next instalment of this series with book two Sad Girl Next Door.

Nina said before bursting in laughter. "I knew that you knew," Cela said to Hyun. "But it's over." Hyun still couldn't say anything. "I kept forgetting about the fiancé. I'm so bad," Cela continued. "What are you going to do now?" Hyun asked to keep the conversation going. Cela breathed deeply. "What else? Just do what I am supposed to do," she answered. "You mean you're starting the third book?" Hyun asked without thinking carefully. He wanted to take back what he asked.

I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me. “Listen to this, ‘Malia Hill, known as the billionaire bachelor’s secretary, now becomes the newest name on Troy Sanford’s increasing list of flings. When everybody thought she had the perfect immunity to the infamous billionaire playboy’s charms, the latter proved he could get whomever he wanted.’

She randomly picked out a book. “Dealing with demons, volume I.” She read out loud and looked at the book and what was written at the side. She continued to walk until she saw another book titled How To Kill a Vampire. “I guess Vampires are basically demons after all.” She shrugged and started to flip through the pages of the book. Delilah looked around. She had already fallen in love with the place, and she was certain that if she could stay here all year and only leave to see her parents for a few days every month, she would.

“How did you get this?” Kiara narrowed her eyes, “it was among the pile of books that Gwen delivered to me, and she said they were from you.” Devon sighed loudly and pinched the spot between his brows; this particular one wasn’t meant to be delivered, at least not yet. Turning his back on her, he opened his bedside drawer, tucked the book in there and locked it in. “Read the other ones, that one is not for you, yet.” “Is that meant to be a joke?”