Devon Franklin Novels & Stories

“That's nonsense. I don’t even handle those transactions. Somebody’s framing me. You can’t just walk in here and—” But the officer cut him off. “We can. And we will.” He flipped the folder open, showing Devon copies of emails—emails I’d seen myself. His name was right there in the digital trail. The same spreadsheets that had been used to frame Derek were now tied back to Devon’s own accounts. “You’re making a big mistake,” Devon insisted, shaking his head. “This is a setup. All these are lies. I’ve never manipulated stocks. I’m a legitimate businessman—”

“You will have nothing. Do you understand?” Devon, however, simply shook his head, a faint, sad smile on his lips. He looked at Clara, then back at Nana, his eyes filled with a love so profound it seemed to defy everything. “Then I will have nothing of this family,” he said, his voice clear and resolute. “I am Devon Cage and I can never not have anything, I have everything I want and need, my kids, the woman I love and all my assets and wealth that is not associated with the Cage empire”.

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

"Let's see who is really real and who is not Keng, They can k*ll Zaki D' but not me." _______ I'm Devon Tuffin you can't escape from my nightmare, sweet dreams everyone.

Some girls stole glances at Devon, of course they hoped this guy would ask them out. Devon’s appearance is not bad, this time he wears jeans that match the color of his jeans jacket. But what gives him more value is the BMW car keys that are in hand. The BMW SUV type is indeed the latest release and the paint is still very shiny. Of course this made his appearance look great, and everyone thought Devon had much money on his wallet. “You want to see me? For what, will our meeting be profitable for me?” the woman Devon was calling Asked. Devon was silent and let the woman he called keep on talking. She is Sabrina Collins, ex-wife of Erick Dalton. Both names do have their own story with Nicko.

While Liam and I had been together since the start we couldn't say the same for the others. Devon was 5'11" with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin, skinny as a rail despite the amount of food he ate. He was our sniper. He was extremely agile and moved with almost no sound, he reminded me of a cat. He had a very logical nature to him, and had previously done insurance adjustment work. Blessed with a very mathematical mind he was always calculating the odds prior to a mission. Out of all of us he was probably the most rational, stoic one, with the innate ability to out argue any of us no matter the topic. He had joined up with us almost right away and had become an important asset to

His calm, handsome face deceived so many people who don't know about him, but everyone knows what he's capable of doing, and that alone was the reason why she was so scared. If there's one thing every adult, celebrity and gang leader in Rome should do, it's never to cross Dante Moretti. That man is a Devil recarnation. The mafia world has been turned upside down ever since he stepped away from that bar. Being an ex-convict didn't ruin his name; instead, it added so much dangerous knight to his name. She wouldn't have minded if they had succeeded because that girl took everything she wanted from her in a blink of an eye.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

She doesn’t say a single word the entire time. Devon is seated on a lawn chair in the backyard, his head tilted to the sky while music blasts from the speaker at his on the couch on the opposite side of the yard. A bottle of vodka sits at his feet and a glass rests between his thighs. I walk over, knowing he has no idea anyone’s here, and tap him on the shoulder. He damn near jumps out of his seat, his glass almost falling. Removing his sunglasses, he beams up at me before jumping to his feet and knocking over the glass.

When the final progress bar reached one hundred percent, I finally allowed myself to breathe again. Daniel smiled faintly. "Now?" I nodded. "Now." I clicked the video. The screen stayed black for a few seconds before the picture slowly appeared. Devon was sitting alone at the small dining table inside his apartment. He looked nothing like the confident executive I remembered. His shirt was wrinkled, dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and he hadn't shaved in days. Every few seconds he glanced toward the apartment door as if expecting someone to force it open. He rubbed both hands together before finally looking into the camera.