Devin Booker Mom Novels & Stories

"I don't think that such a selfish woman can be a good mother. Not to mention, I think Amy knows very well that her biological mother will never come back." Devin looked so cold that I suspected that the person who hated Lucy was him, but not me. I was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say for a while. Devin suddenly stepped forward and said, "I have been thinking these days on what I can do for you to comfort you with the injuries that you had suffered, but your phone calls the other day made me suddenly realized that the wounds caused by those injuries are not so easy to heal. If I keep blindly asking you to forgive and let go, it will only make you fall into more pain."

Nevertheless, I was willing to listen to my momma. “In your grief, you’re forgetting the most important things though. You’ve got me, Stacey and Devon, your friends. Stacey has dropped your homework for you each day, and she’s tried so hard to reach and you’re not answering any of her texts. Plus. . .” “Wait, mom. Hold on a minute. Devon?” I asked, my heartbreak slightly forgotten as I was reeling in shock. Devon? How did she find out about him? It was mom’s turn to look at me, perplexed. “I thought he was your friend. Technically, you hadn’t told me about him but I thought he was, is, your friend. Wait are you saying he’s not your friend?”

“Well… she opens the bakery early in the morning. That’s when she gets most of her customers. She closes a little before evening to go to church. She does volunteer work there. Then she reopens later for her evening customers and closes late at night.” “Does she go to formal events?” I press. Another head shake. “Barely.” “Then why are you getting her heels?” I say as I slide the shoes back on the shelf. I run my fingers along the rows of options. Nico watches me, confused. “From what you just described, your mom is always moving. From the bakery to church and back. She rarely attends any formal gatherings. Heels would be a punishment, not a gift.” My eyes brighten when I spot a pair of flat

"Without hesitation, you took me by the hand, walked me to my home, and saw the state of our living. You saw my mother, bedridden, clinging to life. And you—without a second thought—moved her to the NovaLux Medical Institute, the best hospital in Alloria. You paid for my education, bought us a home, and set up enough funds for my college. Even then, as a boy, I vowed that I would serve you until my dying breath. My blood, my life—it’s all yours." Devon’s confession took me by surprise. I sat there, absorbing the raw honesty of his confession. I felt as though the years of bloodshed and betrayal might be redeemed by such loyalty. I looked at him—this man, only twenty-two, yet hardened by expe

By the time he returned home an hour later, he felt more like himself. After a quick shower and shave, Devon dressed in his usual business attire and headed downstairs for breakfast. The dining room was already busy when he arrived, his parents, Yvonne, Eva and his brother Damien were all seated at the large mahogany table with their baby. Oh yes! Eva and Damien have a baby boy who is a year old. Damien Junior. Nana, Hope and her Nanny who sat beside her feeding her so she could leave for school was also there at the table.

She was really a good con artist. She told him before that her last name was Devon, Bae Devon and she was a club goer went club dancer to loosen her financial tightness. He didn't even know that everything about Bae Devon is fake, like she wasn't really a regular performer in the club, and she was never a daughter of a police officer in Boulder.

“Watch your mouth, Jae-won. I’m still your mother.” “So what? Do you want a medal?” Devin snapped, throwing his coat onto the nearest armchair. Her nostrils flared. “You foolish brat. Do you think you can just ignore my calls?”

my mother orders softly, but there's something in her eyes that halts my thoughts. "Mrs. Reed," Devin calls warningly. He stands still, now, as he stares at me with an emotion I can't decipher. His grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, so when Devin bends to pick a file from the table, his wrinkled deep green shirt rises to expose a band of tan skin. "She needs to know, her life is at risk," he continues. My mother vehemently shakes her head as Devin's words slowly register in my tired brain. I look past her shoulder to Devin, ignoring my father's defeated stance or Henry's sudden silence.

Devina said, my eyes winded. "I did everything to hide the truth away from David so until now he know nothing about it. I don't want David to get even angrier with dad and increase his hatred for him. He didn't wanted to see dad anymore. Mom and Dad already divorce because mom, she found out what Dad did to you. As for me, I live with dad and David lives with mom. They migrate here to lived. So Dawn, give David a chance. He loves you more than his life. Mommy also accept everything. So please baby, don't ever leave him again. He might not be able to handle it if you leave him again" Devina said. .

It was Devlin’s mom who screamed to be heard by everyone. “I am sick from all of these. Devlin, would you mind telling us what exactly happened? How come you married in haste? I mean you can’t blame me for thinking that way. We have not heard nor seen the girl until now.” Her mom’s calm voice made everyone relax slightly. His dad went to sit on the nearest couch. And so is Dalton and Raven. “All I know is that Amber is the granddaughter of grandma’s very close childhood friend from the orphanage.” Devlin explained.