Cobra Kai Devon Lee Novels & Stories

Ryan was lying on the ground, motionless. And Kai... Kai was leaning into the back seat, pulling a screaming child out of the car. Leo. He was wearing the blue pendant. But Kai was holding him. "No," I gasped, the gun shaking in my hand. "NO!" "You see," Karl said, taking a step forward. "I knew you would send him away. You're predictable, Helen. You protect the cub." He looked at Damian. "So here is the deal. You put the guns down. You surrender the Alpha command to me. Or Kai snaps the boy's neck on live television." Damian stood frozen. His eyes were fixed on the screen, on his son fighting in the rain. The rage radiating off him was hot enough to blister paint. But he was trapped. "Choos

‘Good’. ‘What happened?’ ‘My parents found out and he was arrested. He served a few years in prison, obviously lost his job, his family... I never saw him again, he wasn’t allowed to return to our area and had to stay away from me’. Well, shit! ‘That… heavy’. She hmmm’ed. ‘So, who’s your baby daddy?’. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself. ‘Actually... It's Roman Lewis… My dad's best friend..’ ‘What?!’

"Sir, with all due respect, I am not just assuming you are, I know you are because my late father-in-law mentioned it to us and we saw a picture of you indicating that you are one, you are Alex's grandfather and we know you know but that's not the problem, the problem is why have you not come for them or show yourself?" Mr. Devon chuckled to himself, "I know you to be an intelligent young man. I will not deny to you that I am Devon Coker and Peter was my son. It's just that some things are better left as they are. I have the connection to have kept my son alive or his kids safe but then, I was made to swear an oath by their father never to intervene in his family's affair. I don't know Peter

Kylie pulls her hand from my grip, flustered, throwing a dirty glare at Lyla. “Nah, what's the fun in that? Go on, tiger, pounce on me. But remember, you run that dirty little mouth of yours, and I'll show you exactly how foul I can be.” Lyla glowered. I go up to my locker and pull the things out that I require. I just want to get out of this hallway as soon as possible. I don't want them hurting Kylie or anyone else for that matter. Suddenly, I hear heavy breathing behind me. I turn around to find that it's Devon. Devon is known for organizing rave parties at his farmhouse often. It is rumored that he drugs girls and sleeps with them. He stands uncomfortably close to me, hovering all over m

Watching his brother kill his wife must have been traumatizing. “How could you do such a thing?” He scoffed at my words. “We both know how powerless it feels to go against the council. I had no other choice,” he explained. My brow furrowed, my rage reaching its boiling point. “There’s always a choice.” Devon shook his head. “Are you going to kill me now?” A figure appeared behind me before I could charge at him. It was Kael and his face was marred with blood and dirt. “Do you need a hand?” he asked.

He probably had them stationed not too far from here. " Don't worry, you won't get executed. You'll just have to get used to living behind closed walls for the rest of your life." He flashed me a smile, and the door burst open, the cops flooding in. " Hands above your head, Zayden Kent. You're under arrest for the murder of Laura Kent, Tristan Smith and the kidnapping of Lillan Ace." Slowly, I lifted my hands, my eyes never leaving my father. The cops came up behind me, pointing their rifles at me.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

And then a knock shattered the silence. She froze immediately. Her eyes darted to the door of the kitchen. Could it be Damon? Because no family member of hers would knock on the kitchen door; they all have their keys. Her pulse stuttered. She tiptoed to the door, peering through the peephole. She flinched when she saw who it was. It was the devil himself. **Dante Moretti.** His black coat was soaked due to the rain, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing his tattoos that glistened from the droplets. His face was unreadable. His eyes—dark, raw, volatile.

★★★★★ Just then, Lucifer bike zoomed to the arena to see the unconscious body. They came out from their hidings walking towards the scene. "Is just a dart Don!" Venom said. "Get him up!" He demanded and immediately, Klaus came back into consciousness to see eyes surrounding him. He shifted back slowly and fearfully as he gritted his teeth. "What do you actually want Lucifer!?" He asked. "You!" He replied. Hellcat and Lila appeared dressed in their normal wear as they all faced Klaus.

He promised me that he would consider me for the role if I completed my training, but what did I expect from a beast who has murdered three of his wives? I clench my jaw, then look at the two men in front of me; both imposing and tall with the air of Russian royalty about them. Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputa