Cobra Kai Devon Lee Novels & Stories

He’s wearing black as usual and in his hand, he’s carrying what seems like an A4 folder. I get to my feet and hold out my hand, which he takes. “Glad you could make it,” I say. “Kaius, this is Kazimir Baranov and Devin Devlin.” He nods at me, and both Kaz and Dev. “Even if I didn’t want to come, I needed to,” he says, then he hands me the folder. “That’s your fucking assassin; we just need to find out what she wants.” “She?” Dev asks as he walks over to me. “You even have a feckin’ name?”

Kai looked at him coldly. "Pakhan, we have recovered the money he stole from us" Nikolas, Kai's second hand man and the person who is close like a friend spoke up. There is an edge of stifness in Nikolas's tone. The edge that came with fear and respect for his Pakhan. The same edge can be heard in everyone's voice when spoken in presence of Kai. That's because Kai proved to be dangerous when triffled with, and earned the name 'DEVIL' with his deeds. He rules the mafia world under this fear.

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

So the great Damien Keller is actually dead. Devon heard the news and didn't feel anything. Not pride or joy or shit. He wasn't surprised, obviously; he was the one who paid the guy to do it. With Ash Rockford's money, not his, but that hardly matters. Ash wanted him to do it, but he refused. There's no way he was going to kill Damien Keller and walk out of that place alive. So he told Ash that he was going to pay someone to do it in his place. He arranged everything, the only thing he didn't do was pull the trigger.

“And I’m telling you to stop talking. Right now. You answer questions. You do not push your ideas on her. Do I make myself clear?” Devon’s brow creases, but he obeys, lips pressing together. Except for his eyes, he looked like my father… or at least what I could remember. It was hard to recall anything except that one image the one that haunted me. Blood dripping down my father’s face as I was dragged away. “You said they all knew,” Alpha Kael says, stepping closer to Devon. His presence alone is intimidating. “How?”

Even though Devon was considered a new guy in the social media industry, he was rather good at it, which made Juneau feel a great crisis. Devon ignored him and bowed at Kayson and Sadie. “Mr. Yarde, Ms. Wolfenden, I was sent here to assist you by Mr. Shore. You can call me Devon Harrington.” Sadie smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington.” She stretched her arm forward, and both of them shared a handshake. Devon couldn’t help himself and took another glance at Kayson. After all, Royce had reminded him many times, telling him that he had to keep Kayson happy at all costs.

Devon reached out his long, elegant fingers and gently touched the side of Kyle’s chin, using a very light pressure to lift the boy’s head so their eyes would meet. “The rumors outside are completely false, Kyle,” Devon said, his dark eyes looking deeply into Kyle’s watery ones. “Listen to me carefully. I am not Noah’s fiancé whatsoever, and I will never be his fiancé in this lifetime. Do you understand?” Kyle’s heart hammered against his ribs. “B…ut…” Devon’s thumb gently caressed his pale skin. “What is it? You can tell me anything.” Kyle swallowed hard, sadness and fear filling his chest. “B…brother will be… s…ad. I don't want him to be… s…ad.”

It turns out, Dean has two brothers, Drake and Devyn. Drake, the eldest, is a general and the head of an elite army unit called " WeLoBe". He's currently on a mission and will return in a week. He's 25 years old, single, and he spent most of his time doing missions or training soldiers.

How much longer will he have to withstand those pains for him to be finally free? “Come one drink up, you are too dehydrated. At this rate, you will die even before I start doing what I stored for you.” A creepy smiled curved on her bewitching face which led him to the misery he was facing now. At this point, her voice was starting to sound like a melody to the man, devil’s melody. As if she was the human form of the devil herself. Now he was convinced that the devil is not a man but a woman and she was crouching down in front of his very eyes.

"He kept tapping his pen every time Daddy asked about Scott specifically. He didn't do that when he talked about anything else." Adrien let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair in the same gesture he made whenever a problem exceeded the categories he preferred to keep things sorted into. "Our son," he said quietly, "just performed a more thorough read on that detective than most trained investigators manage in a full interview." "Zuri fixes computers before breakfast," I said, something between disbelief and dark amusement creeping into my voice. "Kian reads people like open books and remembers everything he's ever seen. I'm almost afraid to ask what other surprises this family