Deviant Novels & Stories

Summer is coming up and I have A LOT of family plans for the next 3/4 months. I will be bringing new books out, but none will be Part 3 of this one. I hope you can all understand. I have taken down the snippet of the chapter regarding Chris being released on bail as it leaves this book on a cliff hanger. This book now officially ends with Roman Proposing and Alex accepting. So, to sum up. I will be releasing more books but for now, there are no plans for Part 3 of The Deviant CEO. I'm sorry.

I demanded. 'What's wrong? ''Down2F*ck'' doesn't take your fancy?' I got on my knees and reached up but I still couldn't grab it and eventually just gave up. There was no way I could get more embarrassed so why try? I just sat back down and rolled my eyes while he read through my profile, judging and laughing. I didn't realise he was so childish... even if it was cute (and annoying). 'Interests: Baking. Bowling. Knitting... Knitting, really? What are you, 80?'

"I'm the True Fire Cult people, kills me, do you have any consequences you know?" "I don't care! You are too big a ​​threat to me, I don't want to save the disaster for later!" Vivian Arnold's love eyes gathered, like a female devil.

Hearing laughter, I glanced at Nathan with confusion. “Devan is a hybrid and a blood drinker,” he snickered while I screwed my face and cursed. “He is like me with a father like Soren?!” I growled. “No, I am nothing like you,” he said in disgust. Crossing my arms, I groaned miserably as he started draping the damn silver around me again. Hissing at the burn, I was surprised to see Nathan giving me a sympathetic look. “Go back and get the vehicle, and we can head to the next state and stay on the Waning Moon pack lands,” Devan ordered Nathan.

I stare at her incredulously "You seriously profile men by tax bracket?" She rolls her eyes "Obviously." I snort before I can stop myself and Rhyssa smirks triumphantly like she’s won something. "Also... I saw you making eyes at Dante earlier," she says casually and I wince "The guy with the crazy girlfriend?" She chuckles "She's not his girlfriend... Dante doesn't do girlfriends... he's a bit of a perv... That’s when I knew I needed to intervene, when I saw you smile at him." I grimace. "Yeah… I figured that out eventually."

“You look uneasy. Don’t you like the gift?” Deviana stared at him. “It’s not about liking it or not. It’s… too much. I’m afraid people will misunderstand. They’ll think I’m…” “Materialistic?” Adrian finished her sentence. She fell silent, lowering her head. “…Yes.” Adrian let out a deep breath. “Let them talk. What matters is I know who you really are. I don’t care about outsiders’ opinions.” Deviana bit her lip. “But I care, Adrian. I’ve always been the target of gossip. I’m tired of being mocked. Your gift might only make it worse.”

“They’ve always proven a tasking ordeal to deal with regardless of deviancy. A human death deviant—” “Is a scary thing to think about,” Anrik interrupted and Kilvic felt Ariadne shiver. They fear true deviancy, he noted. He thought of Ariadne, of Moss. He thought of Stratin and wondered: will they fear him, too? “A human death deviant,” Sharmin continued with all the authority of an interrupted noble, “can be defeated by the right kind of invoker. There are records of mages bringing down true deviants in history. Fear is the only thing that holds us down.”

Robi continued. Robi left the bar in his car; the carefully planned plan failed just because Devan kept video calling Eca, restricting Robi's movements. Robi planned to ruin Devan's life thoroughly by trapping him in a situation where he slept with another woman. This way, Devan's marriage to Eca, the famous model Robi had been admiring for a long time, would fail. It would tarnish Devan's reputation, and their grandmother would perceive Devan's performance as terrible, handing over the cruise ship management entirely to Robi.

His dim eyes stare at Aimer and a moment later glance at Aahva. “Aimer, I think If I’m not wrong. You told me about human type devil, didn’t you?” “Eehh.. Yeah, why?” Aimer’s eyes are a little rounded, his voice a bit difficult to get out, his face looked a bit confused by Abelard’s intentions. “Could human type speak like normal human and it can think as if we, human?”

And animated and overly exaggerated red X popped up claiming I was wrong. 1 chance left. Shit. "How the hell was I wrong?" Colour and creature! White and tiger! You know what? Fuck it!. This was probably just some dumb website created by some dumb kid to play dumb tricks on desperate people. Fuck the dumb kid, fuck my dad and fuck the gangster wannabes with white bear tattoos on their forehead. Wait! White bear? It was worth a shot. I typed in the words, cursor hovering over the enter option. Here goes nothing.