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Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

My Emily, I'd kill anyone that lays a filthy hand on her. Devin was still standing at the corner of the barboy. He was on a black padded shell bomber jacket and fitted black jeans. He was quaffing and looking at him turned my tummy. His black hair was neatly cut and it fell on his sides. I kept moving without direction as Devin distracted me and made me swell with so much anger. I stood for a minute and sat at the barboy's stool ordering a glass of distilled whiskey. I was letting Devin get me overly irritated and it sucked.

The first chapter sets the tone: Tshepo’s secret gambling problem begins to intertwine with family tensions, creating ripples that will affect everyone. Chapter 1 – Tshepo’s Gamble (Expanded) Tshepo sat at the edge of the small table in his apartment, the weight of another week’s losses pressing down on him. The cards lay scattered, remnants of the late-night gambling sessions he’d promised himself would end “just this once.” The numbers on the receipt from the betting shop seemed to mock him: debts he couldn’t ignore, lies he couldn’t untangle, and a future that felt increasingly unstable.

I pressed a trembling hand to my sternum, as if holding my chest could steady my heartbeat. When the door finally slid open, I startled, my breath catching in a soft gasp. Devan stood in the doorway, leaning slightly on the frame. His hair was matted with dust, one cheek purpled with a bruise, his left arm wrapped hastily in gauze. He looked beyond exhausted but at the same time, managed to stay present. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. He crossed the small distance between us and sat beside me on the hospital cot, our shoulders brushing lightly. That tiny contact loosened something in my chest. I leaned in, barely a shift, but enough to let me remember what it felt like to be human, not

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Chuckling, I turn my head when the bike comes to a stop next to my car, and watch as Devin removes his black helmet. Devin Devlin, the asshole who hates his name even though it’s feared throughout Ireland. He’s shorter than both Kaz and I, but the fucker is lethal; there’s no empathy behind those green eyes of his. Where Kaz and I are reserved, Dev is the feral one and where Kaz is the silent, broody type, Dev doesn’t give a shit. He’s a fucking honey badger on crack. Like walking up to me right now, punching me in the fucking ribs, and embracing me — if that’s not a brother, what is.

The young boy’s demeanor was calm and focused, his attention fully absorbed by the pages before him. The book Devon held was not a children’s storybook. It is a book about science and knowledge, books typically reserved for older kids. Yet here was Devon, engrossed in its content despite his young age. As the door of the shop swung open, Devon set aside his book and greeted the customer with a cheerful smile. However, the warmth quickly faded from his expression, replaced by an unusual chill in his eyes when he recognized the visitor. “What are you doing?” Devon asked, his tone cold and guarded.

So out of instinct, Devon bookmarked it. Then, slowly, he opened a new email to Michael. Subject: Next steps. Body: Follow the money. Track the burner. She’s working with someone, and I want to know who. Don’t contact me unless it’s urgent. I’ll be ready when it’s time. He hit send. For a moment, all he could do was sit there. Not as a Hamilton. Not as the heir to anything, just a man caught in the wake of grief, shame, and a storm he helped create.

The guy kept sobbing, and when he faced her, it was clear that he was stunned for a moment before he got over it and told her what happened. "I never thought I'd meet a devil in person. How much more working for him?" He said that in between his sobs as he glared at the highest floor of the building. "I don't have a job now," his shoulders hung low. In order to comfort the man, she patted him. "Don't worry, you'll find another one," she said, sounding reassuring, even though she herself didn't have a job at that moment. "By the way, what happened? Who's that devil you're talking about?"

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚