Devon Franklin Novels & Stories

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,

Lucian greeted, I merely nodded once, opting to stay silent. Aedion smiled at us "So, shall we talk?" He grinned. • After around 2 hours of business talk and 5 martinis, it was finally time to leave "Always a pleasure Lucian" Aedion smiled, his eyes flickering to me "And an even greater pleasure dear Vixen" He grinned That's what I was known as. The Vixen. Every good assassin needs a badass name after all. "Likewise" I smiled politely He moved in to kiss my cheek goodbye, a polite gesture that turned sour as his hands drifted awfully low

“We avoided casualties. That earns tone moderation.” My eyes narrowed. Language precision. Psychological framing. She was the speaker, the handler. Her gaze shifted to me. “Elara Quinn.” Not a question. “Who’s asking?” I replied. “A retrieval unit.” “I’m not lost.” “Debatable.” Dominic moved slightly; just enough that his presence cut across her line of sight to me. A wall made of bone and intent. “State purpose,” he said. She clasped her hands loosely behind her back. “We are here to acquire Archive Black.”

Ahhh, now that was the Tiffany he knew. The Duke's own butler was a strict blonde, approaching his early forties. He was an almost fat man with a solemn character, quiet to a fault. With a small frown, Tiffany looked round the office and found Gareham seemingly sleeping in one of the visitor seats. Slowly and a little bit fearfully, he approached the man and looked back at Philip with a confused frown, "He is…right here Your Grace."

Jameson second her announcement. “She shouldn’t be out yet,” Devin mumbled ever so softly that I might have misheard him. “What?” I inquired. Devin sighed, “she suffers from OCD. I’ve been paying for her treatment in Italy for three years now.” All three of us were staring at Devin as if he grew two heads as he continued. “I know she did horrible things to me and you, Ren but she’s not well. She needs help and I’m the only one who can do that for her.”

They are both beautiful but dangerous. The brother are both orphanages, they were abandoned by their parents at a young age. Christopher originated from America and Nathaniel England. Their father Aurther Knight first child was a girl but she died from cancer at the age of 3. His wife Cindy Knight couldn't bare the thought of her first child dying so she took her life buy injecting her self with snake Venom.

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

"We both know you didn't have a choice. I’m certain Devon understands that better than anyone. Besides, we wouldn't even be standing here having this conversation if you hadn't sacrificed your freedom to buy us time. You were a major part of this success story, Franco. You always have been, and Devon knows that." Franco leaned into the touch for a second, a weary sigh escaping him, before he stepped toward the bed. He looked down at Devon, tracing the Alpha features that were finally, physically, whole. On the outside, Devon looked perfect. His wolf had worked overtime, knitting skin and muscle back together until the jagged silver scars were nothing but faint, silvery lines. But the inside.

Devon threw his chips in the middle of the table, tapping his fingers on his cards. Devon was the opposite of Daniel. He was a rich playboy who liked expensive things, breaking rules, and wasting money. He didn’t care about morals. Ironically, Devon Whitehall didn’t need a job, just like Henry didn’t need more dirty jokes. But he went to college in America, became a lawyer, and stayed far from Britain. I was sure he had problems waiting for him back home, but I didn’t care enough to ask. “All in,” I said. Henry smacked his lips and pushed all his chips forward.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.