Devolution Brooks Novel Novels & Stories

I replied, "I've already given you freedom, which means there’s nothing left between us. Why should I have my assistant transfer anything to you? What's in it for me?" Taylor looked enraged when he heard 'nothing left between us'. He said, "Do you think I want any of your money? Don't make it sound like I was begging you for it! It's a fact that you abandoned me in that forest, and I was almost killed by the wild animals there. You should at least compensate me for the mental distress!"

Devin' POV: When I met Brooklyn this time, I had the feeling of passing a lifetime. She seemed changed a lot. The anger, caution, shyness, and cautiousness of our last meeting have disappeared. Her whole person has become cheerful and generous, like meeting an old friend who has been separated for a long time. She greeted me and talked, as usual, asked in a low voice "Devin, are you hurt?" "Much better." I almost added, "Thank you for your concern."

Summer is coming up and I have A LOT of family plans for the next 3/4 months. I will be bringing new books out, but none will be Part 3 of this one. I hope you can all understand. I have taken down the snippet of the chapter regarding Chris being released on bail as it leaves this book on a cliff hanger. This book now officially ends with Roman Proposing and Alex accepting. So, to sum up. I will be releasing more books but for now, there are no plans for Part 3 of The Deviant CEO. I'm sorry.

Chapter-96 (Brooke Baldwin) Brooke Baldwin had treated himself and planned to get his revenge on Eddie and his team. Even though Devoe who killed his friends is dead, he still wants power just to get rid of Eddie and his team. He has grown so much hatred in his heart for them and has taken it upon himself to monitor each of their movements to know more about them, their weaknesses, and any other things he didn't know about them.

“I’ve been here for seven or eight years and have never seen this so-called genius doctor who suddenly appeared.” “Exactly.” Someone looked at the dean. “Dean, who exactly is Darius Brooks?” The dean’s expression changed slightly. Panic flashed across his face as he took a hurried sip of water. “He’s also a doctor. A very capable one.” “Has she ever been to the hospital?” “I’ve never seen this person in any surgery.” “Neither has our department.” The department heads whispered among themselves, eventually concluding that Darius Brooks had never appeared at the hospital, much less operated.

My back touches the soft bed and I put both legs around him, hurriedly I take off my shirt and his, “are you sure?” I shake my head, not wanting to allow space between us, he brings out a condom and slips it one while I take off my trousers, “You're not the Isabella I know” Cara's voice echoes in my head, she was right..I wasn't the Isabella she knew because I have changed, I have evolved, I can feel now..i can trust now, even if it is just Justin. He kisses me again and the voice disappears, silencing my thoughts.My gun fell to the floor and only for an instant did my sense of reasoning come back, my heart raced quickly but I ignored it and allowed myself to feel him. He lays me back down a

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

Time to get back to work. "Sloane?" I turn. "The book I left on the bus. Did you read it?" "I'm halfway through." "And?" "It's exactly what I needed. How did you know?" "Because I read it three years ago when I was falling apart. And it helped." He shrugs. "Figured it might help you too." "It does. Thank you." "Small gestures." "Small gestures," I agree. I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

SERAPHINE'S POV Brooks and I were settled comfortably in the private lounge, surrounded by stacks of reference books and scattered notes as we spent the afternoon planning the program for blackpike together. The air between us was completely relaxed and lighthearted as we worked side by side to structure the financial aid and food distribution logistics for the families who needed it most. Brooks's passion for the project was entirely infectious, her eyes lighting up with genuine excitement. As I listened to her speak, a strange and beautiful realization washed over my chest, and I recognized that I had actually started to see Brooks as a friend.