Devin Booker House Novels & Stories

He inhaled, steadying himself, then answered softly, “I came across it in the library… through Molly. This book holds truths I couldn’t risk getting out.” “What truths, Jimmie?” I demanded, my voice a mix of anger and dread. He lifted the book from the box with both hands, carrying it across the room, placing it on the tall cabinet by the wall with a kind of reverence that made my skin crawl. Then he turned, calm now, almost too calm. “Devon,” he said evenly, “before I show you what it is, I need you to answer me this first.” My jaw clenched. “Jimmie, honestly, I’m not in the mood for games. Show me what you’ve been hiding from me already!”

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.

Hopefully, He had learned his lesson. Walking up his pathway, he unlocked his door and walked in. I hadn’t been inside his house before, so I wanted to be invited. Once he realised I hadn’t followed him inside, He called me in with a wave of his hand and disappeared around the corner. I walked in and closed the door behind me. His house was huge! Which, considering it was massive outside would make sense that it was massive inside to. He came back in to view a few minutes later, carrying a couple of books and passed them over. I thanked him and turned to leave.

“No, it’s just... I’ve noticed how you two are around each other. He cares about you, probably more than he realizes. And that’s good for you, because he’s the most sincere one in the house.” I didn’t know how to respond, so I said nothing, keeping my eyes on the path ahead. “Just... be careful with him, okay?” Neel continued, his voice soft and emotional. “Dev’s been through a lot. He hides it well, but he’s carrying more than any of us know.” “I’ll be careful,” I promised, my mind spinning with Neel’s words. Had Dev said something to him? Across the block was a quaint, nearly deserted bookstore nestled between a coffee shop and an antique store. The wooden sign above the entrance swayed sl

She said. "Whatever!" He narrowed his eyes as he took the cup of wine from her gulping the whole content. He soon sat at the edge of the pool as they watched the ceilings which was visible from the glass walls in silence. Tatiana eyes suddenly landed on a frame as she gazed at it closely. It looks like a family frame of three, a parent and a kids. Instantly, she knew it was Lucifer's. "The boy I was talking about the other day!" He started and she faced him.

Summer is coming up and I have A LOT of family plans for the next 3/4 months. I will be bringing new books out, but none will be Part 3 of this one. I hope you can all understand. I have taken down the snippet of the chapter regarding Chris being released on bail as it leaves this book on a cliff hanger. This book now officially ends with Roman Proposing and Alex accepting. So, to sum up. I will be releasing more books but for now, there are no plans for Part 3 of The Deviant CEO. I'm sorry.

She did neither. Instead she had the number traced. This was easier than it should have been, which told her she'd spent too much time in this apartment absorbing Drake's habit of having resources and using them. She called Callum's architect friend from the party — Lucas, who it turned out did cybersecurity consulting on the side — and had an answer in eighteen hours. Burner phone. Purchased in cash at a convenience store in Midtown six days ago. Someone had planned this. She sat with that for another day.

The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp. She let the apple fall to the floor with a dull thud and rose, crossing the room until she stood directly before Finn’s photograph. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his face. “Devil or not,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, “You’re still a man, Dear Devil.” In the Council chamber, the corner of Austin’s mouth twitched as he read the name of Vivica’s lawyer. Ace. “The trial is about to begin, and you’re only telling me her lawyer’s name now?” he growled at Matty.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

I rolled behind a marble pillar, returning fire with precision. BANG! BANG! BANG! One by one, they fell. Heads shot, bodies dropping. I showed no mercy. I moved like a ghost, silent and deadly. Blood splattered on the white walls, staining the expensive paintings. I didn't care. Let them see what happens when you anger the Devil. I fought my way through the house, killing anyone who stood in my path. But something felt wrong. They knew the layout too well. They knew exactly where the cameras were blind spots.