Devon Franklin Novels & Stories

“I know but I couldn't sit around doing nothing, remember you and Cara are all I have left, I can't lose you like I lost your father because of his stubbornness” I grunt and take a deep breath in, “I'm listening”. She brings out her phone and shows me a very familiar face, or rather familiar eyes, “Justin Warren, worked with different people including the President of Ireland and other very important and high class people and he is excellent at his job, ex military too” she smiles waiting for a response, “so?” I look at his picture again, “Miguel would do a background check” I send it to myself, “will you drop this now and allow me breathe?”

Eyes tightly closed, I just waiting for the pain to end. I smelled him as he slammed the door open. He was rooted to the spot on the floor. If anything it confirmed I looked like shit. “DESMOND THEODORE WRIGHT, FUCKING MOVE.” Even I jumped, Marcus yelling at Desmond. I also mentally made a note that if I did make it out of this to absolutely make fun of his middle name. Maybe I would start calling him Teddy from now one. The thought made me smile but my lips wouldn’t move, my bite on the towel too strong.

I admire the aesthetic surrounding for a little while, a small smile sneaking its way to my lips, seeing people go about their daily lives. Mr. Frankie, two blocks away, is doing his early morning jog around his house, and Mrs. Ferguson is still wetting her flowers when her grandson, Aaron, comes behind her and lays a gentle peck on her cheek, waving her goodbye as he jogs away to school. I stare at Mrs. Ferguson the longest. There's something about her tending to those pretty flowers that just adds meaning to my day which always seems colorless. For me, life is so bleak and unenchanting.

Fuck, I have been so stupid, too trusting. "Relax." Kelvin said smugly. "I have got a backup plan, I might not have gotten the sex tape… but I have something even better." He paused and even without seeing his face, I could feel the smirk in his silence. "I have security footage from Frank’s house. It shows her shoving him, shows him hitting his head and then I edited it, so it doesn't look like an accident, so It's perfect, it’s raw, it’s real and it’s incriminating as hell."

As I rounded a corner near the courtyard, the sound of loud, frustrated voices made me pause. Devon was standing there, surrounded by his usual group of sycophants and friends. He was nursing his bruised arm, his face twisted in a dark, embarrassed scowl. “I’m telling you, it was a total fluke.” Devon barked, slamming his good fist against the stone wall. “The bitch got lucky. That's all it was.” “I don't know, man,” one of his friends muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “She had you pinned pretty good. And that weird light from her hands...”

she blurted out and Hades gave her a sideward glance. "You're getting more and more brazen. Making another deal with the devil." "As long as I am still a potential curse breaker, I will help you. I will help you find a way to break the curse. We do not know if I am what you're looking for but I will do my part and help you, Hades. This place can't die. You can't die. There are people that deserved to be in this place for the pain and suffering they have caused." She sighed and went on. "Forget the servicing you in the bedroom. I'll strike a new deal. I can't sit and do nothing. I will help you find a way. I think that's worth my freedom rather than the...service."

Devon looked at the camera as if telling his insults directly at someone. "I'm a consenting father, yes I am, if my boys have to break a bone and they think you deserved it then I have nothing against it. I'm a savage father? Yes, I am...and I raised my boys as savages. But they won't just randomly go out in the street to kick people, I raised them to protect and I raised them to be compassionate. If my sons kicked your asses...it's because you deserved it, so there's nothing wrong with my sons... but there is absolutely wrong with you" Devon added his insult to whoever is watching.

Kylie pulls her hand from my grip, flustered, throwing a dirty glare at Lyla. “Nah, what's the fun in that? Go on, tiger, pounce on me. But remember, you run that dirty little mouth of yours, and I'll show you exactly how foul I can be.” Lyla glowered. I go up to my locker and pull the things out that I require. I just want to get out of this hallway as soon as possible. I don't want them hurting Kylie or anyone else for that matter. Suddenly, I hear heavy breathing behind me. I turn around to find that it's Devon. Devon is known for organizing rave parties at his farmhouse often. It is rumored that he drugs girls and sleeps with them. He stands uncomfortably close to me, hovering all over m

Devon answered. Devon looked more Mediterranean in appearance. At close to six feet tall, he was broad shouldered, obviously strong, and just as obviously intelligent. You would estimate his age at about forty, although he had no wrinkles or gray hairs yet, he had an air of competent maturity about him. His every motion seemed entirely too practiced, yet somehow perfect for him. "Devon, I'm not sure I understand, the facility you propose could be created, small at first, create the reputation of excellence in submissive training, and then train additional people given to the facility by clients for high fees?" Doctor Jenkins asked.

he grimaces. “I wasn’t thinking that at all,” I reply. “My son is a vampire/wolf shifter hybrid.” He nods. “I’m Devon. I live in these woods. I’m a woodsman, and I sell firewood in town. If they didn’t need my services, I’m sure I would have been hanged by now.” “That’s a shame.” I regard him curiously as I bite into the blood bag and drink. “Why did you scoop me up off the forest floor?”