Devin Booker House Novels & Stories

She looked at me and excitement exploded in her eyes, “…maybe we can be partners!” There was a lot going on and adding training to my already hectic schedule looked to be a terrible idea, but it was the one thing—other than lying in bed all day with Asher, which relieved any sort of stress. “I’ll make sure I’m there. I just have a few things to do today.” I promised not only the two of them, but myself. The place where Devin lost his life was deep within the forest. An obvious trail of blood, guts, and disheveled dirt led us to where Asher and Zeke were standing.

I called again and listened for any movement in the house, but it was as quiet as it could be. Weird. Where did he go? I turned on the lamp on the nightstand next to me, seeing a small note attached to it. Come and find me. - The Devil. I found myself smiling at the note. Looked like someone was in a playful mood tonight. Either that or he got bored when I was asleep. I looked at the time, seeing I had been asleep for a good two hours. I scrunched up my face when I realized I had been sleeping for a long time and he definitely got bored. I was still naked, having me wonder if I fell asleep in the hot tub. It was too relaxing and I couldn’t help but slowly doze off.

" Lillian, if you wanted a house, you should have told me. My brother doesn't do things for free. And his terms are dangerous." I swallowed, that familiar tension growing in the pit of my stomach again." I know, and I didn't want a house, he offered it." His eyes widened, a worried expression on his face." There's always a price attached when you bargain with the devil." I snorted." Zayden is human not a devil."

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But wait—books? Considering his fluency, no one would believe Devon was only in Grade Two. His English grammar was advanced, almost unnaturally so. “Devon, you already have plenty of books in Pappy’s room,” she said. “I’ve finished all of them,” he shot back, his voice rising. “Okay, okay. Books. What kind of books?” she softened her tone quickly. If he cried here in the tricycle, she might lose her patience. “Engineering books.”

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.