Devon Aoki Age Novels & Stories

Jameson second her announcement. “She shouldn’t be out yet,” Devin mumbled ever so softly that I might have misheard him. “What?” I inquired. Devin sighed, “she suffers from OCD. I’ve been paying for her treatment in Italy for three years now.” All three of us were staring at Devin as if he grew two heads as he continued. “I know she did horrible things to me and you, Ren but she’s not well. She needs help and I’m the only one who can do that for her.”

He explained as he sweetly and tenderly kissed my forehead. "And yes, ‘mate’ as in intercourse." He finished off. "So just asking, since you're twenty-four which is quite young seeing as you're going to live for many centuries after all, how old is Dominic?" I curiously asked him as I started drawing circles on his chest instead. A nervous chuckle almost immediately left Devon’s mouth, which I found to be a bit suspicious before he carefully answered, “He’s still very young, he's only fifty-five years old." He shrugged as if to try and make everything seem normal.

Devon sighed, his teeth gritted and he looked away, his gaze facing the white wall and at the same time, feeling something growing in him. “It's my birthday today, grandpa. I'm eighteen already. Do you believe I get to live this long? No one does. Not even my own adoptive mother. She's always so scared when I do that all the time.” He said and looked back at his grandpa, his once innocent face turning hard and cold. “You’re here, completely out of your mind. Failing to answer the questions so deep in my heart. Questions that only you could answer.” He kept talking, hoping deep down, he was listening.

She almost forgot that she knew nothing about herself. Really! How could one forget that ! Arien was a beautiful and young girl around her early twenties. She had a flawless and delicate skin with a slender figure and shiny long hair. Wandering around the garden in a beautiful white dress she looked like an angel from heaven. ...... In the Ace Corporation Inc, special assistant, Dean Rian passed a folder to Devian. Devian open the folder and went through the pages. "Interesting ! She should not be told about this." Devian spoke. His slender finger tapping rhythmically on the table "First find out who the person is."

” Aaron ~”Give me a second quick. Devan ~”Aaron where are you going with that knife?! Get into the fucking car now!” Aaron ~”Just keep your fucking panties on, I am only going to slice his tyres.” Devan ~”Goddammit are you twelve?” Aaron ~”No I use to do it when I was ten.” Devan ~”That is even worse.”

AURORA'S POV Devon grabbed my phone from my hand and added Aiden’s contact information. “How do you know my passcode?” I frowned. “I had to write your birthday six hundred times when I filled out the paperwork last night. You seem like the predictable type. Again, no” “Offense. I know.” His eyes stayed on my phone, his thumbs moving fast over the screen. “You realize saying that makes whatever you say next automatically offensive, right?” “The way to reach him is four-four-five. He only replies to texts. Sometimes.”

They'll pay me at this new bar I'll be working at, but we don't know how much yet. I'm not allowed to call home or anywhere Amelia would call. Mom had a hard time understanding all this, about the new job in LA, but she trusts Devon. I don't know why, the last time she saw him he was a teen. He's a different person now, but he still acts sweet around her. When the time comes for Aaron to be released, we'll tell her they decided to let him out early on good behavior, even though he got 25 years and has only served three.

He just needed someone to cool down with. That was all. Karina held the glass with both hands and took a sip. “How old are you?” Devon suddenly asked. Karina choked. Was this his attempt at small talk? Pretty pathetic. She laughed to herself. “Nineteen.” Devon looked up. She paused before asking, “You?” “Twenty si—” “Oof,” she exclaimed. “You're old.” Devon blinked at her. Then to his own surprise, a faint smile lingered on his lips.

But I stopped myself. I had no right. So instead, I checked the chart again. Father’s name. Blank Surname: Reyes. Not Frederick’s. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by dread. She was a single mother. And Devon was ten years old. Which meant she had him at eighteen. The same age she was when I left. My heart sank. I did the math. The month I walked away. Devon’s birthdate. Everything aligned too perfectly. I didn’t want to assume.

While Liam and I had been together since the start we couldn't say the same for the others. Devon was 5'11" with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin, skinny as a rail despite the amount of food he ate. He was our sniper. He was extremely agile and moved with almost no sound, he reminded me of a cat. He had a very logical nature to him, and had previously done insurance adjustment work. Blessed with a very mathematical mind he was always calculating the odds prior to a mission. Out of all of us he was probably the most rational, stoic one, with the innate ability to out argue any of us no matter the topic. He had joined up with us almost right away and had become an important asset to