Devon Franklin Novels & Stories

"Barrin, I think you might be planning a wedding soon." Barrin raised a brow, "who is getting married? "Devon has found the love of his life." I laughed loudly Devon snickered, "It's not funny." "Finally, Devon is giving love a chance," Barrin noted. Devon's mum, Cassandra, didn't exactly get lucky with finding a good mate, his father was abusive, and he was well aware of everything she had to endure. He had made a long promise to himself to not indulge in a lifetime commitment with anyone. It's why I couldn't hold back the surprise when he talked about liking someone.

Devon: so umm, do you mind us taking this somewhere else? Raven: and where would you have in mind? Devon: anywhere else that isn't a church As he was about replying, her dad actually cuts in. Dad: so umm you must be ...... Raven: oh dad, you guys are still around? Devon: good day sir, I am Devon Dad: nice to meet you son, but umm .. how do I put this, my daughter... Raven cuts in and says: Raven: sorry dad, I was already about leaving.

Alexa closed her eyes when she saw Franklin raise his hand. But when she didn’t feel the burning sting of his slap, she slowly opened them. Her eyes widened when she saw Devan standing in front of her. Devan was gripping Franklin’s wrist tightly, his hold so strong it seemed as if he intended to break it. “Ah—” Franklin winced in pain until Devan finally released him. Franklin rubbed his aching wrist, his eyes narrowing at Devan. “Weren’t you satisfied slapping your own daughter in public? You still want to hit her again?” Devan’s voice was cold and firm.

Close enough that I can feel the heat of his presence, far enough that if I tried to touch him or even speak to him, Carter would instantly notice. Carter is suspicious. I don’t know if I like that. Devon looks unfairly delicious in a simple black button down, sleeves rolled up, silver chain glinting in the warm candle light. He’s relaxed, almost lazy, as he strikes up a conversation with the lady close to him about the life span of orchids. His eyes keep finding mine, filled with that dark, knowing hunger I know I’ll never survive.

I interrupted her, “Yes, but Devon does exist, and I think I might be getting sexually addicted to him” She held up her pointer finger at me. “Oh my god, Kylie you didn’t just say that, Devon exists, but he’s a player and a cheater, just like that bastard ex-husband of yours. Devon is not the right man for you. Devin is sweet, caring, honest, fun, and sexy as hell. He will be in it for the long haul, and you can count on him to be faithful.” She emphasized the last word. I nodded because she was right. “Yes, Devin is all of those amazing things, which is why I can’t be with him. He should be someone’s first choice, rather than playing second fiddle to his brother. He deserves so much more th

Vinson snorted softly and said, "I've already agreed to talk with you both about Athena. You don't need to try to flatter me with falsehoods. Devon set the binder on the coffee table and strolled around to examine more of the framed pictures on the walls. His attention was no longer on the beauty that was Dr. Denisa Vinson, but rather on the man standing beside her in most of the pictures. There was something familiar about him that Devon couldn't immediately identify. Aphrodite was examining pictures on the wall adjacent to Devon's and was the first to achieve recognition of the man. "Devon, do you know who this is?" Pointing to the framed pictures that he had just noticed, he replied, "I d

I grabbed it, picked the opener and used it to open the bottle. I gulped the cold beer, letting out a sigh immediately after quenching my thirst. “Bro, how about the guy from last night? Did you let him go?” I asked, referring to the battle we had with some other mafia empire last night. “Dude, he escaped. I didn't know how but he did.” Drake responded. Drake was never originally a member of the empire but he was a loner assassin and his skills were impressive so I had to make him one of my men.

"That's assuming we present it publicly. I'd rather hold it in reserve. Let Chloe perjure herself first. Let her sit in front of the board and lie under oath. Then I'll produce this confession and watch her burn twice as hot." Devon looked at me. In the pale blue glow of the terminal, his silver eyes glinted like knife blades. "That's cold." "She tried to destroy my life. She slept with my fiancé. She helped frame me for fraud. Cold is the least of what I owe her." He held my gaze for a long moment. Then he nodded—a single, sharp inclination of his head that felt like a salute.

She found and ignored a number of write ups Rafe had done describing the different things he attempted to do before deciding on what he would do to himself. Devon was a mix of snake and lynx. Rafe had been trying to create an assassin comparable to vampires. It didn't work out quite the way Rafe wanted. Reptiles simply didn't mix well with mammals. Devon had brown black scales punctuated by scattered tufts of hair all over his body no matter what form he was. He looked diseased. It would be exceptionally difficult to blend in with the human population and act as an assassin when you look like a circus side show. Additionally he wasn't able to completely shift. According to the notes only par

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]