Devin Booker Mom Novels & Stories

Mama Silvi instructed. "Alright, Mom, take care, and thank you for going to such great lengths to organize our wedding." "No problem at all, dear. Mama actually enjoys doing this." Devin escorted his future mother-in-law to the terrace of the house. After she left, he returned inside. He decided to call his parents. Walking to Silvi's balcony, Devin made the call to his mother's number. His mother, who had given birth to him, answered the call cheerfully. "Where have you been, Devin? Mama asked around at your factory, and they said you've been gone since yesterday."

30 minutes later, Devyn felt like she never even knew her mother. Alana Reilly, or Eden Devynne as she was legally known, used to be a famous blues singer before Devyn was born, and until she met David Reilly. In the letter her mother left for her, she explains that David made her sign over all her unbound assets but was not aware of the few things she had left for Devyn in the event of her passing.

Just hope that it will work out in the end, and not like the one I had with that beast named Devin. Sometimes, I wonder why his name is DEVIN and not DEVIL! I have learned from Darin that Devin here is a business associate of his father. Poor Darin! He does not know anything about what his dear daddy does for a living. Benjamin! That man is no less though. I hate everyone who is related with him. Even me, myself.

Jonathon looked from Kirra to Emma, disbelief on his face. Emma sighed. “Devi’s parents excommunicated her when she married our father. They’re from a small, closed community on a tiny island in Indonesia. Devi was in Australia on vacation when she met our dad. It was love at first sight, apparently. She refused to go home and they refused to speak to her ever again.” “Mimi reckons she only married Dad so she could stay in Australia,” Kirra said, pushing the food around on her plate. “My dad’s mother—Mimi—does not like Devi. She never has and never will. She blamed Devi for Dad’s death.” Emma said.

Ruth’s eyes shine, but she doesn’t answer. “She knew something,” I whisper. “And they made her disappear.” Ruth closes her hand around mine. “If you really want the truth, you’ll need to go further than me. There’s someone else who knew your mother better than anyone. But she’s not easy to find.” “Who?” She leans in. “Her name’s Mayra Devlin. Last I heard, she runs a spiritualist bookstore in Gatlin Hollow. Your mother used to go to her before she got pregnant.”

As expected, the woman he saw earlier is the one he slept with last night. It's easy for Devan to stop the ship and ask it to turn back, but he can't do that. Everyone will wonder what happened, and he can't tell people what happened to him, especially with Robi on the ship now. Robi will surely ask in great detail why they should turn the ship back. Meanwhile, in Robi's special room, Robi is on the phone with his mother. "I failed to trap Devan, Mom." "Failed? How could that be? You're utterly useless, just being asked to do that," his mother retorts.

A few minutes later, the food they ordered arrived and they ate their lunch. "Mommy." Devina spoke as they were in the car on the way to the mansion. "Are it just the two of us?" The sudden question made Deanna frown and look at Devina, who was in the second seat, next to Devon. "How many are there? Mommy only gave birth to two children. One named Devon and the other named Davina." Devina shook her head as she leaned back. "No... I mean, doesn't mommy want to give birth to a little sibling for us? Maybe as a replacement for Devan."

- I tell her and her eyes dart wide opened “Why can’t you be a good son?” - she asks I laugh and I look deep into her eyes “I’ve been wondering the same thing about you my entire life. Why can’t you be a good mum?” - I ask her She looks angry and I know she’s gonna explode soon but I don’t want to be dealing with this right now. “Come on, let’s go find my dad” - I say to Devin “Happy birthday Mrs P” - Devin says with a grin.

It could all go horribly wrong, but maybe that's exactly the change of scenery I need. I call mom and spend an hour with her over the phone, the longest conversation we've had this month. She asks me whether I'll show up this weekend (I completely forgot about that) and I tell her it's still on. It's a good opportunity since I no longer have to show up at The Lounge and I'll have plenty of time and space to really think about this. I'm about to hang up when she tells me Devon's mother died. "It was strange," she confesses. "One minute she was absolutely fine and the next she was having convulsions."

“Reva… stop. Delete everything, just go. We can live quietly abroad.” Revania stared at her mother sharply. “Go and live like a coward? No, Mama. I won’t run. I will make them regret betraying me.” --- On the other side of town, Devia sat in the hospital garden, watching her baby sleep in a small stroller. Her face was pale but gentle; a quiet strength was slowly growing after all the wounds. Damien arrived carrying two cups of coffee. “You need this,” he said, handing one over. Devia offered a faint smile. “Thank you. I don’t know how I could get through all this without you.”