Devon Bostick Movies Novels & Stories

I suppress a gasp. It's Devon. He just crawled out from under the bed. He's heading towards Ash now silently with a baseball bat in his hand. Ash is still glaring down at me in utter disgust when Devon whacks him on the head with it. He does so again and again until Ash is on the floor, passed out. Ash never saw it coming. He then kicks my gun out of his hand. It lands near me and I reach for it. I look back up at him. He's smiling at me. "You didn't think I'd let you down, now did you?"

As she sipped on her soda, I muttered, “Uuh…I-t was Devon?” Stacey spat out her drink, her mouth wide and jaw on the floor. “Are you shitting me? Devon the Demon? Devon the jerk that has been a pain in the ass and the reason you got suspended?” I winced, regretting al the names we had called him back then. “He’s not that bad, actually. He’s a great guy.” Stacey eyed me like an alien artifact that had just been discovered on earth. “Who are you? You’re definitely not the girl that hated his guts only weeks ago.”

Some girls stole glances at Devon, of course they hoped this guy would ask them out. Devon’s appearance is not bad, this time he wears jeans that match the color of his jeans jacket. But what gives him more value is the BMW car keys that are in hand. The BMW SUV type is indeed the latest release and the paint is still very shiny. Of course this made his appearance look great, and everyone thought Devon had much money on his wallet. “You want to see me? For what, will our meeting be profitable for me?” the woman Devon was calling Asked. Devon was silent and let the woman he called keep on talking. She is Sabrina Collins, ex-wife of Erick Dalton. Both names do have their own story with Nicko.

It had taken him months to get Win to speak to him again after the mark incident. He wasn’t certain that it wasn’t simply that Win had no one else to talk to that he’d eventually forgiven Adom. As it was, the Devil wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth and he’d been on his best behavior ever since—or more specifically, he’d kept all questionable activity under wraps and nowhere in Win vicinity. The Vampire Queen stepped up to Man and Boss, his hand taking the other man’s as they stood close together. “You ready to go?” Boss asked with smile and Type nodded.

Even though I've garnered some shares it still wasn't enough, at least not until I get my hands on Dad's shares “Duval?” A knowing look crossed Mr Hickson's features, and his eyes slightly narrowed. “As in Luther Duval?” He choked out almost in disbelief. His file showed he was a previous shareholder with D&M Corp. He had worked with my father, but now he was one of Zach's people. But I intend to change that, not in the most demanding way, but this was the most efficient. These men had more dirt on them than a prominent criminal. I intend to exploit that.

A warm body lay curled against mine. And then I saw her. The same girl who cursed me out like I was beneath her... now naked beside me in bed. __________ My blood boiled. Then Jackson barged in, frantic. "Bro, we’ve got a problem." “What now?” I snapped. He shoved his phone in my face. "You trended. All night. Full sex tape. Nude shots. Everything." "What the fuck?!" I barked. "Take it down. Now!" "I tried. It’s viral. People saved it. Reposted it. It’s everywhere."

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

As I rounded a corner near the courtyard, the sound of loud, frustrated voices made me pause. Devon was standing there, surrounded by his usual group of sycophants and friends. He was nursing his bruised arm, his face twisted in a dark, embarrassed scowl. “I’m telling you, it was a total fluke.” Devon barked, slamming his good fist against the stone wall. “The bitch got lucky. That's all it was.” “I don't know, man,” one of his friends muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “She had you pinned pretty good. And that weird light from her hands...”

I asked, my tone laced with annoyance from the last deal that left a stab on my lower abdomen. “For?" “Don't act like you don't know what I'm saying?" “I don't. Please remind me." I raised my shirt up to show him the stab. He didn't flinch. “You were hit. That is part of our work." I slammed my fist on the table, “I was hit while carrying out a deal I didn't consent to. A deal that gave me nothing," I fumed. “Valentine…" Rossetti chuckled and tapped the tip of his finger on the table.

Abigal and William were playing in the foot ball court. William asked Abigal with curious while playing, "Hey dude, l saw you putting your hand below that sad woman while she was praying by holding her hand straightway up on the burning candles. Why you do that? And why your hand has no pain that much? l saw with my eyes you are holding your hands close to the fire. Show me your hands."