Devolution Brooks Novel Novels & Stories

He turned to me, dazed, hand reaching out like I’d ever want to touch him again. I stepped back. He dropped to the floor, coughing blood, gasping like a man drowning. "I’ve been waiting a long time to do this," Devon said. For a moment, everything stopped. The soldiers. The shouting. The cries. It was dead silent. Then came the chaos again. And this time, it wasn’t war—it was revolution. Devon stepped forward without hesitation, his eyes locked on the man writhing in blood at his feet. Bang.

Then the waves of pleasure began, and for a while – for quite a long while, actually – Briley thought no more. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Dux, Drake and Briley’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Ice’ (The Road Devils MC #5), Ice and Vixen’s story, is the next book in the series and it's available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

I glance around me to see if anyone hears him, but then I realize they probably don’t understand him. Bitter amusement fills me. He’s speaking so arrogantly, not even bothering to be discreet, because he thinks no one will get what he’s saying. How has this man managed to evade us all this while? His survival skills are a fat zero. He chuckles into the phone. “I’m at a clinic for a quick treatment. Broke my back while fucking this little whore.” I blink the red in my eyes away, my hands curling into fists. “I shouldn’t even be here,” he continues. “Cover for me if anyone asks.”

Danger radiated from him in waves, yet instead of triggering her fight-or-flight response, it sent a different kind of shiver down her spine. "What brings a Brooklyn girl to a place like this on a Tuesday night, drinking like the world's ending?" he asked, claiming the stool beside her without invitation. "Just celebrating a major life achievement," Maya said, raising her glass in a mock toast. "I got fired for being too ethical, my roommate is about to make us homeless, and I'm pretty sure this blouse is ruined. It's been a banner day for Maya Russo." "Ethics." He said the word like he was testing an unfamiliar food. "Rare commodity these days. What exactly were these ethics worth to you?"

“You’re a clever one, Natalie. I’ll give you that. You couldn't just trust me! No! it'd cost you too much. It would mean you'd have to believe me, it would mean the life you know has always been a lie. It would mean bringing you out of your comfort zone and that isn't what you'd want is it? It would be too much for you to handle that's why making me to be the devil was so so much easier than accepting the truth. You play the innocent, the victim, all while sharpening your knives in the dark. “I am a victim!” she cried, her voice rising, desperation lacing her tone. “You bought me! You keep me here against my will! What do you expect me to do, just sit back and be grateful?”

Junior called after him, "is all I was going to say." He read four chapters of the book that night at his small table under his single bulb. It was even better than he had expected, dense with real world strategy models and case studies of businesses that had started from nothing and become something extraordinary. He read with his notebook open beside him, writing as he went, pulling out the ideas that connected with things he had already been thinking about and building on them in ways that the book itself hadn't considered. He was on the fifth chapter when he heard something outside his window.

she cried as his lifeless body plummeted to the floor. Pebbles ran to the only place she could think of, the closet that rested on the second floor of the devil's mansion, but when she got there, another devil was awaiting her. “Did you miss me, Pretty Pebbles?” Harrison grabbed her and shoved her inside. “How I've missed you." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pebbles tried to scream, but her mouth was sewn shut. She thought to punch him, but her hands and feet were bound. Terror seeped from her pores when she lowered her head and realized she was naked and positioned for the devil to enter her.

He walked through the narrow streets; his eyes saw what kind of place this was, and since it was nice, he somehow felt a little relieved that he was in a place like this. Amethyst is helping an elderly woman with her groceries, and Dylan thinks that Amethyst never changes at all. Amethyst still helps the elders whenever they need help. Seeing Amethyst like this, he felt guilty. She was smiling; her expression was serene and content. It seems that he has no intention of returning to his old life. Who really intends to go back to the life they had? They were always filled with blood and illegalities. They always have to look out for their own lives.