Devon Franklin Novels & Stories

“Aiden was alone, he was an orphan who just roamed around, he didn’t have anyone searching for him, no family or friends that would get him in trouble. He set his house on fire with him inside, and even worse, he forced me to watch every second of it. He forced me to watch my peace burn in front of me before he beat me to death that night. He challenged me to tell you, he told me that he was going to make sure that I regretted it when he told you, and…” I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly and she fisted my shirt, burying her head in my shirt. “I swear, the last thing that I wanted was to disgrace you, Dean. I needed an escape and I found myself being alone…” “Shh,” I whispered,

Jesus Christ. When we stepped into the main room, I spotted Francesco already seated at a table near the window. I'd never met him in person, but I knew exactly who he was from the news. Connected politician. Constantly tangled up in scandals and controversy. One of those episodes was him punching his girlfriend in the mouth—walked when she dropped the charges. I didn't believe his innocence for one goddamn second.

srinithi nodded her head with a pout and completed breakfast she went to play with demon, beasty, brownie and pippin demon and beasty are snuggling in srinithi's embrace, pippin and brownie are playing in srinithi's lap srinithi said in irritated tone "this demon hubby ignoring me a lot day by day, what's his problem, don't he know angering the wife leads to dangers, ufff just because I'm innocent and naive he thinks he can do anything, I'm srinithi, Srinithi parker, seriously this guy I want to break him, but how can I do he is the person I loves a lot.

,replied Sandy with a laugh too. On other side, Abigal was in an old model blue maruti car with William. They were in an evening drive. The William who was driving said, "So Abigal, dad is telling me l 'am psychic. Our ancestors from Salem which isn't all that l know crazy but go on and on about it on like five men and l already,, ha ha ha!. So then l start thinking about Donald Trump, the richest president in history, who is often considered the first billionaire president. What you think, is he a good man or bad one or pshychic like me??

Watching them delude themselves into thinking they've escaped their debt, then coming in our numbers to take what we were owed. The look on their faces when they'd realized who they owed. The devil. The door opened. I didn't look up. Only one person dared to barged into my office without knocking. "If this is another request for leniency, the answer is no." "Good thing it's not." Ashton said "I'd hate to watch you disappoint another person." I exhaled through my nose. "Would you ever knock before entering my office?" "It all depends on you." He replied strolling in like he owned the place. "Would you ever thank me for being the only person that can tolerate your demonic self? No? Well there'

Ava asked, arms crossed, voice sharp. “One of our delivery guys talked,” Cain growled, lighting a cigarette with hands that barely stopped shaking. “A runner. Devon Marks. He’s got a family. Suburbs. Real friendly. Real stupid. I need him gone.” Grace’s stomach dropped. “Gone?” “I don’t care how. But he needs to disappear. Quietly. And soon.” His gaze moved over each of them like a brand. “Unless you want your perfect little lives burned down.” Samantha flinched. Ava went still. Grace didn’t move at all.

He watches me from across the room, his cigarette burning, his eyes unreadable, and waiting to see what I will do. On the fifth night, I decide. There is a man I have heard about through the network. His name is Devon, he runs a small operation on the edge of the city, buying stolen goods and reselling them to shops that do not ask questions. He is not powerful, not connected to Jerald or any of the major players. He is small time, which means he is accessible. I find him in a bar on the south side, a dark place with sticky floors and a jukebox that plays the same songs on repeat, and he sits alone at a table near the back, nursing a drink and watching the door.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

In the end I resorted to contacting Franklin, that was six days ago and he has only just got back to me. Franklin wasn’t a friend so much as a work acquaintance of my parents. He is a vampire who specialised in hunting down other supernaturals who had lost control of their powers. He used to work with an organisation of other supernaturals until he worked out he could earn a lot more by going freelance. That was how my parents met him, they had worked with him on a few of their assignments and they would throw each other work from time to time. He seemed nice enough but he was always very serious. Then again, this way of life had a way of doing that to you.

Even though Devon was considered a new guy in the social media industry, he was rather good at it, which made Juneau feel a great crisis. Devon ignored him and bowed at Kayson and Sadie. “Mr. Yarde, Ms. Wolfenden, I was sent here to assist you by Mr. Shore. You can call me Devon Harrington.” Sadie smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington.” She stretched her arm forward, and both of them shared a handshake. Devon couldn’t help himself and took another glance at Kayson. After all, Royce had reminded him many times, telling him that he had to keep Kayson happy at all costs.