Devola Nier Novels & Stories

Dev added, as Nora looked down. "I assumed you would understand when you were grown enough. But I never imagined I'd disturb you so much that you would end up hurting innocent people." "Dev, I was waiting for you," Nora said, her eyes welling up with tears. "Why didn't you choose me?" Dev abruptly jumped up and told her, "You are my friend's sister. I've never seen you the way Sara does. I perceive you as powerful and courageous. Nora, I recognise where you went off the rails. It is not too late to return. Come back, my general. "

comes the voice again, a very familiar voice that was tattooed in my head once upon a time, "The shower head broke. I don't know how or why. It just...broke?" You would have thought graduating with a first-class degree and returning to Thailand to take care of her father's multi-million dollar business would add a little more sense of class and maturity to her but no. I find her voice irritating, and this part where she tries to be cute is disgusting. I don't like desperate women, and Juliet Zhang is one of them.

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****

"I already have someone in mind for you. The King of Valethorne. King Malakar." Eryndra's breath caught in her throat. The name hit her like a physical blow, and for a moment she couldn't breathe at all. Of course it was a name everyone knew - even children in the furthest villages whispered about King Malakar in frightened tones. The heartless king. The cruel ruler who found joy in others' suffering. The man they called the devil incarnate.

I've been unable to say anything throughout the last twenty minutes that they have been talking. "So you're trying to say... that you... the most innocent cheerful girl in New York met... Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The arrogant Alessandro Vito Lombardi. The billionaire Alessandro - " Lucas stated after repeating what I had just said what seemed like an infinite number of times. He's somehow still going on. "Yes, that Alessandro Vito Lombardi." Abbey said frustratedly through the phone, from hearing Lucas go on and on.

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

“I can’t just stop. After everything that’s happened, I need to know… the truth you’re hiding.” --- Rinaldi—the mysterious man—emerged from the shadows. His face was more visible this time, etched with exhaustion, his eyes carrying the weight of having seen too much. “Deviana,” he said slowly, “you don’t understand what you’re chasing. Devandra isn’t just about rumors, not just about taking down Arga or Vania. He has a much bigger plan.” Deviana stepped forward, challenging her own fear. “What plan? Tell me. I deserve to know, because now I’m a target too.”