Devon Debauchery Novels & Stories

DAPHNE ~✼~ Where was the girl who didn't give a fuck about Alex? Where was the girl who wasn't scared of anything? Where was the girl who dared to slap a mafia don a few seconds ago? You're right, gone. Replaced with this sinful and lustful part of her. The one which wanted to feel his cock slide down her throat, the one who wanted to taste his cum, savour it and devour it like it was the sweetest thing.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

Her cheeks were as red as a habanero pepper. "Lydia, please." She begged. "Devon is a bad person, he deserves to suffer for what he did." "Really?" I scoffed. "All he did was manipulate stocks here and there, he didn't kill nor hurt anybody." I fired back. I took a seat, my head in-between my palm. My head was banging. Devon was gone, he was going to rot in prison for the rest of his life all because of this bitch. She had snatched my man, while she'd spend the rest of her life with Derek.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.

My son immediately hid behind my legs. “Master Sean…” “Bring your child here.” Tobby suddenly ran. “Tobby!” “He is the Devil!” he shouted back. “Tobby! Come back here!” I stopped running because Master Sean’s men and Tobby’s nanny were chasing him. “Do you want to get fired?” I stooped my head down. I forgot about that thing. “Speak,” he continued. “My son offended your name and as his father I will punish him.” “Is this the same children story about me again? The Devil Man who owned the sweet truck?”

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

, Eben asked Christian. "When the time comes, Eben. Stephan Devaraux, he has never been to my auctions then all of a sudden he shows up and spends millions on one woman, when he could have five with that amount if he wanted. I'm curious", Christian stood up and picked up his phones. "Time to pay my little celebrity a little visit", Christian mused. Christian Gerard is a lot of things, but honest is not one of them. It is a given, he is a mafia Don but from the days of his childhood, when he had no business with being a Don, he was a pathological liar and deceiver, let's not forget psychopath.

"Dint apologize shit happens If things still doesn't work out between us by a week's time I'll convince my brother to let you go so have fun while you are here, I'll take you out tonight that sinif you are up for it" "I am Devon I'll do anything to vrawl out from myles grasps" "Funny he doesn't like being called over doer he dislikes lots of things like you refusing help with the maids he had once alit a girls throat for dojg something similar" "He what? Fuck I'm ruined" "No you are not it would all be fine and better just hang in for a week's and meat I remind you act humbly around him, he has no friend's so he's always on the edge"

Naya's POV Suddenly, Debbie, the pondering peacock tucks her feathers between her legs. Did Devon just say that he bought the entire street? I know that he is rich, but this is on another level entirely! Debby turns white in the face, but she laughs it off and pushes her hair away from her face. “Sorry, Mister, but I think that you have been mistaken. I mean, I know Devon Greene, he is my husband's business partner. We were supposed to host him like two days ago, but he cancelled due to a personal problem.”