Devon From That's So Raven Novels & Stories

If we broke his fingers Mum would cry. “Look at you!” Dave points to her body. “You can deny it Raven but this, all this is proof you do.” Sure she dresses wild, but that doesn’t make her a whore. I feel the need to defend her, but we can’t. This isn’t two strangers, it’s a daughter and her father.

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.

Aaron grunted in response. Although his family wasn’t acquainted with the Rivera’s, he had a fair knowledge about them. “If that’s true, then she isn’t as simple as a trust fund baby.” Nick shared the same thoughts. “There are some pictures of her at the end.” Aaron opened the social media app and tapped on the profile. Her social media barely had any pictures of her except for a few selfies and self-portraits. Most of them were either sceneries or flat lays. He scrolled down the screen, and his eyes caught sight of one particular picture.

Raven chuckled, grabbing the apple in the basket on a stool not far from her reach as she took a bite from the apple still looking at Delilah. “Your demon is gnashing and wailing out of anger and you know why?” Mia asked the puzzled lady still feeling the heatness of her demon's agony. Delilah's eyes blazed dark before it dawned on her that she was feeling her demon leaving her. “Raven, wh..." "Shhh hush! My dear Delilah, can't you see I'm doing you a favor here hm?"

so who? Aiden recovers before him, all fake smiles and ice blue eyes when he looks at the visitor. “No, no. We were just playing an intense game of cop and robbers… haha, are you here to see one of us?” The vile undertone in his voice is gone, as if it had been a ghost or another person altogether. In its place is hope, Aiden’s perking up like a puppy wanting attention. Damon wanted to wipe that stupid look off his face. But more than that, the elder man’s reply catches him off guard.

Romeo's deep voice pulls at my attention, and I don't restrain my eyes from searching for him. The way my heart stirs excitedly as I behold his gorgeous face can't even be overemphasized, and soon enough, the boredom is long forgotten for another while. He is spotting dark blue pants paired with a white dress shirt. Two or three of his upper buttons are subtly popped open to give a little peek of the dragon tattoo that crawls up his chest and disappears behind his neck. His onyx hair is polished and styled into a perfect tousle, jaws in a sharp line, while his full lips shimmer under the gentle ray of the blue light from his iMac. It takes everything not to slither over the long table right

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Lord Cedran asked, though he looked like he didn't want to know. "The third one lasted the longest. Five years. They say she went mad from the things he did to her. Found her hanging from the castle rafters with her own bedsheets." Renwick's voice was flat now, emotionless. "That's who we're dealing with. Not a man. Not even a king. A demon who feeds on suffering." The silence that followed was absolute. Several council members were openly weeping. King Aldric felt like he might vomit. "So what do we do?" Lord Thalen asked desperately. "There has to be something…."

“I'm Ryan. Saw you in training the other day. You've got fire. Want to come back to my place? Have a drink, talk… get to know each other?” “I've got a bottle of that whiskey you like.” I opened my mouth to say no when a shadow fell over us. Devon. He didn't say a word. Just stepped behind Ryan, wrapped one arm around his throat, and snapped his neck with a sickening crack. Ryan dropped like a sack. I screamed. “Devon!” He caught me before my knees hit the ground, hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so I had to look at him.

Clenching my fist I looked up and I was correct. "I saw you checking me out." Raphael said as he scanned my body. I sucked in a breath and spoke up. "I know who you are." I said hoarsely. "Took you a while to figure out Miss. Lebedev." He replied. "How is your father?" He smirked. "Stay the fuck away or I'll-" "Kill me." "Inform your father the 'devil'." "You'll do what red?" He said with a bored tone. Red?