Deviant Book Novels & Stories

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“Look, I was just thinking… you want her back, right?” “It’s either that or I kill her.” Bernard grumbled, not pleased with that train of thought. “Then it’s simple. Have someone infiltrate the Devil’s Knights. They’re causing problems. She’s causing problems. If anything they’re getting intel from her. It would be a good way to exploit the weakness they don’t even know that they have.” He said. “You don’t think that I thought about that?” He demanded. “Even if I did they’d kill them before they even got the chance to report back if they fuck up.”

Their love would find a way to overcome all obstacles. For now, this was more than enough. THE END. ******** DEVIANCE finally comes to an end and I am so happy at how everything turned out. Thank you to those who read my book, commented and made me smile, voted, and recommend my book to friends. Thanks to all silent readers out there. You are appreciated.

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

**** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Viking and Iris’ story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Pair’ (The Road Devils MC #4), Dux, Drake, and Briley’s story, is the next book in the series and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to please check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

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DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Grant continued, while dragging a very thick journal, which looked as if it had suffered while passing through generations. “I think you should go through this first, before you continue with the video, it might be of help and answer some of the questions”, he said. I felt chills crawling up my skin as I impatiently dragged the journal from him, and quickly opened it. "Deviant clan ?” it was there written in bold letterings What the heck is that? I asked myself, as I began to read through the history of the deviant clan, from generations. A part penned down in red caught my attention and made me clench my thighs tightly, as I sat up straight in my father’s study desk.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Devanna noticed my reaction and just chuckled. "They are creatures who are almost the same as us, they have self-esteem, have shame .. can feel disappointed and humiliated, therefore ... don't make them offended. You understand what I mean?" I just nodded, I returned to processing the dough until it was ready to be put into the oven. Devanna invited me to sit aside. There is a sofa in pink and red there. We sat side by side while waiting for the oven to sound. "It's a slightly different world. Did Charlie tell you... That I have fairy blood from my grandfather's line?"