Deviant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

The Devourer recalculates again—because this wasn’t submission. It was departure.

I backed up, heading for the door, folder clutched in hand like a fragile secret. “You think I need saving,” I said, voice quiet. “I think you’re dangerous,” he replied. “And that’s exactly what makes you perfect.” The words settled over my skin like smoke—smothering and seductive. The door was smooth to the touch and I could swear for a moment - electric. Like a promise that I would be back. “And what does Justin have to say about this?” I asked at the last minute. Deva was created and owned by the two brothers - Calvin and Justin Riego, a pet project of theirs turned massive. “He also has a say in this, doesn't he?”

Her doctor set is just like a brief case and when you open it, everything is complete. Devyn is happy and that's enough for me. She likes toys and books about animals, she doesn't even care about the clothes I show her. It seems like she doesn't want to have an amazing style. It seems that Devyn doesn't want to fix things even if she is influenced by the models that are his uncle. Tomorrow, Luxian will take care of Devyn because Linux has a schedule at an agency for a magazine, Luxian took a hiatus for being a model and promised to go back, he has so many fans.

"I already have someone in mind for you. The King of Valethorne. King Malakar." Eryndra's breath caught in her throat. The name hit her like a physical blow, and for a moment she couldn't breathe at all. Of course it was a name everyone knew - even children in the furthest villages whispered about King Malakar in frightened tones. The heartless king. The cruel ruler who found joy in others' suffering. The man they called the devil incarnate.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

I say going through his file. “A brother that died over two years ago, no wife or pre existing relationships…he's a very private person so most information is tied up, as of now he doesn't have any known relative, isn't active on social media and is pretty much to himself. Only has professional contact with his clients and that's all” “Why never a stable long term job?” “I actually don't know, he is always on a job three months max and leaves, it's…weird”. I close the file, “now what do you think?”

“You know I can’t be soft, right? I’m not a prince. I fuck like an animal. No mercy.” “That’s exactly what I want. I don’t want gentle. I want you. The way you are.” “You really are a crazy bitch, Diana. A virgin, but dirty.” “Is that bad?” “No. It’s the opposite.” “Then stop talking and show me. Show me how you make love.” “There’s no going back after this. I’ll mark you forever.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My eyes burned as I nodded slowly, my breathing growing heavier.

“It is black. What is the problem?” “The problem is that you look like you’re attending a highly formal execution, not our first attempt at human behavior in two months,” I teased, walking toward him and reaching up to loosen the knot slightly. “Normal people relax. They talk about things that don't involve asset forfeiture and assassination protocols.”

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’