Devola Nier Novels & Stories

"You and me both." She laughs. "Valeria Zanotti. Twenty." "Cara Morelli," I say. "Thirteen. Just… don't call me that." She grins. "The only people who call us by our serial numbers are the trainers and Leone. Speaking of which, you have no fucking idea how long I've been waiting for someone to join me make fun of all the other girls who hope to get Leone but never will."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He suddenly smirked and looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing his Nonna and mother make an appearance. “You will do no such thing!” Nonna erupted and smacked Damiano’s head with her clutch. I put my hands up to my mouth to not burst out in laughter at the amusing sight. He looked at her blankly and he slowly rubbed the back of his head. “It’s the work of The Devil!” She continued to scold him, making a chuckle escape my lips. He took a quick glance at me before his smirk returned. “Nonna, do you know what Althaia loves to call me?” My eyes slowly started to widen.

she said. "I told you. He might be called the devil but he's nothing like that. Why do you keep hating him when he's done nothing wrong? If anyone, King Augustus is at fault here. He sent support to the Ploretina's army just do he could thank them for marrying Princess Nefertiti. What if they decide to attack us too?" She thought about it with a rational mind. Adrian was never the problem, Deira was. He only followed orders. That doesn't make him innocent but if he didn't do as he was told, someone else would.

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

Nevaeh directly went to the barista of there and said, "l need that thing which you said on that day." "Hey, girl...which thing? l don't remember", said the barista by taking an interval from his coffee making and giving a glance to her. "l mean that world's romantic most lovely 5 'o clock tea", said Nevaeh in an hurry by remembering that day in which she treated her mom Lizzy with varieties of tea. "Girl..., then where is your romantic partner?? l think l already said you that day you need a partner for enjoying our this special coffee", said the barista by pouring the cofee into a well designed cup.

Nehru glances at me again with void regard, then he meets Devon eye-to-eye and scoffs grimly, "You think it's your place to bargain with me? I've had an interest in Sorah since she was a child, Devon." Nehru begins to raise his shoulders to intimidate Devon as his voice rolls dark, "Wouldn't it please her to know of your secret relationship with my sister?" "What?" Shock grips me and I raise my head with a start to look at Devon with wide eyes. Devon quickly turns around and paces up to me. "Don't listen to what he says, Sorah," He speaks with a shaky voice, bringing his hands to touch my face. "I've only ever loved you and no one else."

a shrill voice belonging to the woman echoed, before long a teenage girl came hugging Javier without permission. "Hi, Deev!" said Javier, replying to the embrace of the teenage girl she called Deev. The teenage girl let go of her embrace then looked at Javier from top to bottom, "You're getting taller and I love you more! It's great to see you here!" said Deev then hugged Javier again. Deev or Deevara is Leno's first daughter, she is quite far from Javier, But the teenage girl claimed to have been in love with Javier since she was 5 years old.

“Laurel. She lied about her arrival.” “Jesus Christ, Sebastian can you hear yourself now?” The breaks in Maria’s voice is obvious but Sebastian barely notices it. “Here you are, back to smoking. Your daughter had a nightmare only for us to realize you never made it to bed. Sebastian, it is fucking five am for crying out loud.” The eruption is inevitable and even as she tries to control herself, all hell lets loose, leaving her pouring out her heart to him before he falls down the drain again.