Devin Booker Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

Lucy looked at him confused not knowing what kind of books he is searching for. After more than ten minutes, Devlin came and sat in front of her with some books in his hands. Lucy looked at the books and looked at him with a wide mouth because the book he decided to read is about curses. She knew that he won’t let her go any soon but she never thought he’ll try to break the curse. Though Devlin is broken inside, he smiled at her seeing her reaction. “There is no use in reading those books,” She said looking at the books in front of him.

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

Give me back my hard-earned eight-pack abs! END OF CHAPTER 1

On the day that ought to be the happiest of my life? Rolling my fingers into a fist, my knee dropped to the floor, my eyes unable to move from gluing at the door he just walked out through. I had to admit, my mom was right. Everyone was right. Sebastian Martinez wasn't human. He was only a devil in a man's body. It seemed like I just got married to a devil; the one I loved, but the one that could make the rest of my life bitter. *** (Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this book!

th of December is Devlin’s birthday. So ironic that while most of the Christian world is celebrating this occasion, he is planning his escape. He planned this escape for months, he has already acquired enough funds to survive. He did not give Muckie all the money he earned by selling the things he pickpocketed. He kept majority of them. Muckie was as stupid as he’s cruel, he never bothered to count the money the boys turn over to him. Devlin doesn’t know if Tiernan kept some for himself. He waited for Muckie and Tire to be be too drunk before he made his move. Although his limbs were still too bruised and painful because of Muckie beating him the night before for not giving him anything as h

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

I see what this is all about now it's all just the struggle firepower but I must say their father is really a wise one he must have thought thoroughly before crafting sick a beautiful will to keep both of his children safe from each other, he must have thought if the future and seen that the worst enemy they would have will be each other, Unlike what I have thought about Devon this is a directly opposite situation, Devin needed company and solace she could not find it in anyone and decided to wallow in self withdrawal and found solace in sex.

Was this his form of punishment? The door opened, and the wicked devil who had shattered her young heart strode in, dressed in a black suit that emphasized the color of his eyes. Beautiful demon... Each step he took sucked the air out of the room, and as she watched, transfixed and broken, he pulled out a seat and unbuttoned his suit, making himself comfortable. "I hope you slept well, because you have a long day ahead of you." His voice was rougher and sterner, carrying no compassion for her tears, or the pain in her heart.

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.

Instead, I stood frozen as Lucien Black—the devil in a designer fortress—looked at me like I was the weapon he'd been waiting for. "You're insane," I whispered. His thumb traced my lower lip. "Probably," he said. "Ask me again tomorrow. After you've seen the rest." End of Chapter Two.