Devon Franklin Novels & Stories

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.

Marcus blinked, his golden eyes fracturing slightly at the shattering agony radiating from her. "Devon is an exile because he took the blame for your mistakes!" Elena sobbed, the tears finally spilling over her eyelashes, hot and fast down her cheeks. "He spent months starving in the dirt, freezing in the wasteland, bleeding from wolf bites, just to keep baby Silas safe from the dark covens! He didn't do it for me! He did it because he loved you like a brother, and he knew that baby was the only piece of your soul left in this world!" Marcus’s jaw worked silently, a violent tremor rippling through his throat. The names—Devon, Silas, wasteland—were hitting the dark magic parchment barrier in

“Would it matter if I did?” Yes. No. She didn’t know anymore. He walked toward her. She backed up until she hit the window. “The message you received,” he said. “It was from someone who thinks they can save you. Someone who doesn’t understand that you’re mine. That no one takes what belongs to me.” “Who?” “Devon.” Her breath caught. “He’s been planning something. Working with others. Trying to build a case against me.” Penking’s hand landed on the window beside her head. “But he’s sloppy. Desperate. And desperate men make mistakes.”

I asked her to change the subject. She laughed and looped her arm through mine. "And mine too." She said with a smile. Holy luna.. Devon was the Ulfric's nephew. Well, that explains the arrogance. Devon placed little Cam down on the floor and turned to face me. "We should join the others." He said. I trampled down the urge to go with Dina and plague her for more information about Devon. "Yes, we should." I said and looked at Dina apologetically.

She was really a good con artist. She told him before that her last name was Devon, Bae Devon and she was a club goer went club dancer to loosen her financial tightness. He didn't even know that everything about Bae Devon is fake, like she wasn't really a regular performer in the club, and she was never a daughter of a police officer in Boulder.

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Elijah says smugly, adjusting his tie, yep, he's gonna get a little hostile. My Dad always did stuff like this. Whenever he wanted me to co-operate with him, he would call Devon .Devon was the only person he could use to get to me. Devon Ramirez, he was a year older than Elijah, he was as tall as Elijah was but instead of black hair and green eyes, Devon had brown hair and blue eyes, he was handsome indded. He worked in his father's company, has his own department, just like Elijah did, and worked on the extreme top floor. Devon and I were close, but then my father got entwined with his father and our relationship turned to shreds, ever since then, my father used him to get to me.

“If the bullet finds you, your lovely spy walks free.” Viktor’s mask tilted up slightly, disbelief flashing through the holes. “You’re a monster.” Kain smiled, slow and unbothered. “You call me Devil, remember? Monsters are amateurs.” The woman’s breath hitched. Her hand trembled for the first time. Kain’s hand tightened briefly around Luca’s. “Steady now, puppy. We’ll play fair.” The revolver gleamed in the lamplight. The air itself seemed to lean forward.

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.