Devon Franklin Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

The message was brief: “Ms. Sinclair, your work has come to my attention. I have a proposition that will benefit you greatly. Dinner. Friday. 8 PM. Dalton Tower, 54th Floor. Come alone. — D. Javier.” Drake Javier. The name hit me instantly. Everyone in New York knew who he was a billionaire: ruthless, untouchable, the kind of man financial magazines glorified and people whispered about like he was something less than human. He built an empire from nothing and guarded his privacy like it was his greatest weapon. So why reach out to me? I was a photographer barely scraping by. My work had appeared in a few small publications, sure, but I was hardly well-known. I had no connections, no status.

Then she was gone, taking her expensive perfume and infectious enthusiasm with her, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the weight of my choices. I tried to focus on legitimate business, shipping schedules, inventory reports, the kind of paperwork that kept our legal operations running smoothly. But my mind kept drifting to green eyes and the sound of ceramic shattering against kitchen walls. Twenty minutes later, Leo knocked on my door. "Come in." He entered carrying a manila folder thick enough to represent a comprehensive investigation. Leo was nothing if not thorough. "Alastair Monroe," he said without preamble, settling the folder on my desk. "Twenty-four years old, born in San Franci

Her freedom, her ultimate goal. But the line between hate and something far more dangerous, far more complicated, had blurred. He was still the devil who bought her, who used her. But he was also the man who protected her, who stirred a primal awakening within her, who held the key to unlocking the truth of her past. And in the terrifying, exhilarating uncertainty of it all, Natalie Grimaldi, the rebellious, sharp-tongued fighter, found herself irrevocably, dangerously, entangled. She had gathered much information on him, enough to hurt him, perhaps even destroy him. But could she? Could she truly burn the devil who had, in his own twisted way, been the first to see her? The question haunted

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

"I told you never to come here. What are you doing here? Now get the hell out." Dean's words anger me even more, and I chuckle as I look at him. "Really? Are you asking me to leave? I guess no one knows the truth yet, that the person they all call Luna is nothing but a second wife. Tell me, Dean, how would you feel if everyone found out that the lady standing here is a lycan Luna and that the child she gave birth to belongs to the lycan Alpha? I chose to stay silent all this time so as not to hurt you, but have you ever thought about how much you hurt me when you cast me aside? I waited, thinking you would come back to me and apologize, but all I got was silence and nothingness. You hurt me

I was confused by multiple unusual thoughts in my mind, hence he kept staring at my face intently searching for something, I guess. "Who are you?" I breathed, feeling uncomfortable by his dark gaze on me. "I am a devil," he paused, and then after a short pause, he dropped the bomb on me, "And I am truly in love with you." "F**K," At this moment, only one word came into my mind but before I could say anything, he sealed my mouth with his, I leaned backward at his sudden movement and he held my head keeping me firm in my place.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

Devon’s turn, he stood up. “My name is attorney Devon Charles, and I will be representing myself here in this courtroom today. I have served the Ronaldo’s company for years with dedication and hard work, and I just want to prove to everyone that the allegations are false,” Mr. Devon said confidently. I was shocked. Granted, it wasn’t like I expected him to come out in the open and admit that he had been masterminding everything from the very beginning, or to admit his sins, but then again, I just wasn’t prepared for the way he would lie his way through everything, especially after he confessed to me himself.