Devin Booker House Novels & Stories

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

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.

Adrian shoved a crate aside, revealing a trapdoor. “Down.” I dropped. He followed, sealing it above us. Darkness. Breathing. Then a light flicked on small, red. Emergency. He checked my hands. Blood. Not mine. “Stay with me,” he said, voice tight. “I am,” I replied. “You’re the one bleeding.” He looked down. A dark bloom spread along his side. “When did that ” “Earlier,” he said. “It’s not deep.” It was deep enough. Above us, boots crossed the boathouse floor. A voice laughed. “You can’t hide forever, Blackwood.”

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.

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 😚

Maybe he wants the idea of me, the idea of the one that got away. I walk out of my bedroom, and I knock on Devin’s door, but he doesn’t reply. I open the door, and I can hear the shower in the background. I look around his room, and it's plain, simple, grey and white, with a big king size bed in the middle against the wall. The big windows that you can see the back garden with the swimming pool and the stables in the back.

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.

Just a perfect weather for them to lose themselves in a long night of staring at the night sky beside a campfire and forgetting about the world. “Snuggle bug, you don't treat me well.” Devin says, entering the kitchen while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “I made you pancakes.” Tara says, holding a plate in front of him. Devin gives her an unimpressed look A completely spoilt child. That is exactly who Devin Jenner, the god of ‘I am emotionless and fierce’ is. “With chocolate chips.” Tara adds with a big smile on her face. Devin’s pout changes into the gummiest smile Tara has seen in over two days and reaches out to take the plate happily. She pulls it back.