Devin Booker House Novels & Stories

Devon embraced her and reassured her that this is what Doctor Chad recommended be done so we can move on from this tragedy free and precise over time. Devon's life had been one surreal revelation since he returned home three now almost four years ago to his father's health care crisis. He knew he wasn't returning home to his father's love, but he did think he was returning home to his brother's and sister Mina's love. He told his secretary. "The minute Evan comes to work, have him come to my office." They waited about twenty minutes, and a knock came on the door. "Come in."

There were big tables in the middle with maps and books spread out everywhere. "This is it," Devon said. He walked over to one of the tables. "Everything we know is in this room. History, maps, family trees. Everything." I walked over to the table. I tried to look interested, but I was mostly worried about what he was going to ask me next. "Your father has a big library, doesn't he?" Devon asked. He picked up a silver weight from the table and tossed it a few inches into the air, catching it easily. "Lord Dierna is famous for his books. I bet you spent a lot of time there."

The home that watched me like a prison cell with a better view. Without a word, I sank into the velvet-cushioned seat. Because I wasn’t going back. Not without a fight. Not without collecting some kind of advantage. A plan. A memory of the streets. A moment of air outside his cage. He watched me as I sat, and after a moment, joined me. I hadn’t won. But I hadn’t lost yet, either. “*Dobro pozhalovat’, ser*,” came a deep voice from the store clerk.

Jarek has a few business acquaintances coming for dinner, along with some of our friends, and I have to be the gracious hostess. "Mommy, mommy! Ashlyn ate all my dessert!" Our seven-year-old comes running into our room, screaming. Devlyn is her father's namesake—sort of. Jarek didn't find my choice of name for her very amusing at first, but I got my way. It's very fitting because she acts just like her father, my Devil. Our five-year-old follows her sister into the room, chocolate smeared around her mouth, giggling. "Ash… Did you eat your sister's dessert?" I ask our youngest in my no-nonsense tone.

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.

I learned the rules of Adrian Blackwood’s house the way people learn the laws of gravity by falling. The first rule was silence. Not the absence of sound, but the absence of permission. I could walk, breathe, exist but only within the invisible lines he had drawn. The house was vast, all glass and shadow, designed to impress and intimidate in equal measure. It wasn’t a home. It was a statement. You are small here. The second rule was observation. Someone was always watching. Not guards in uniforms, but cameras embedded so seamlessly into the architecture that they felt like part of the walls themselves. I caught my reflection in a dark window and wondered how many versions of me he could see

EMILE The first glass of whiskey as I got home tasted like absolutely nothing, the second wasn’t much better, by the third, I had accepted that alcohol was not going to solve today’s problems. Unfortunately, this evening’s problems had a name. Actually, two names. Aiden and Elian Moore. The fireplace crackled softly across the room while evening settled over my estate. Outside, the grounds were quiet. Inside, the silence lasted exactly twelve seconds before the front doors slammed hard enough to shake the walls.

Vinson snorted softly and said, "I've already agreed to talk with you both about Athena. You don't need to try to flatter me with falsehoods. Devon set the binder on the coffee table and strolled around to examine more of the framed pictures on the walls. His attention was no longer on the beauty that was Dr. Denisa Vinson, but rather on the man standing beside her in most of the pictures. There was something familiar about him that Devon couldn't immediately identify. Aphrodite was examining pictures on the wall adjacent to Devon's and was the first to achieve recognition of the man. "Devon, do you know who this is?" Pointing to the framed pictures that he had just noticed, he replied, "I d

What I did was that I just lifted up my chest, smiled and nodded at them. They hurriedly closed their eyes and entered into the house as if they saw a ghost. They made me feel like someone would kill them to look me in the eye. "Go in." Devin took me by hand. His house was a three-storey villa with a courtyard and exterior was build by red bricks, a small attic was on the top floor, I heard that the house which he never moved out was built by his parents.

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 😚