Devon From That's So Raven Novels & Stories

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

He said simply, eyes on Vivienne Making me tighten my hold on her She noticed this, and turned her attention back to my neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. Chaol's eyes darkened as he zoned in on the action. "I thought this was a business meeting" he said annoyed I nodded "It is" Cassian said Cassian Nosov was my right hand man. "Then why are you letting her act like a whore?" He asked Vivienne's head popped up, an adorable pout on her soft red lips "A whore?" She asked in a childish way

He had me on his palm. "Say it", another demand. I reluctantly nodded looking away from him. "Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold. "I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words. The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes. "YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine. The devil won. He now owns me.

“Dad, this is camp, it’s where I’ve been living.” “And you know all of these people?” “Yes. Although some of them aren’t from the camp, we have a lot of alpha Wayne’s fighters here”. “Alpha Wayne?... but why?”. “Raven, you’re back!”. I heard grams call as walked out of her cabin door. As soon as her eyes clocked dad standing next to me she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she looked completely taken aback. “Abe!”. Her lip wobbled as she took in the sight of him.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

She wouldn't miss this show for anything. What could the devil's son possibly cook?

Close enough that I can feel the heat of his presence, far enough that if I tried to touch him or even speak to him, Carter would instantly notice. Carter is suspicious. I don’t know if I like that. Devon looks unfairly delicious in a simple black button down, sleeves rolled up, silver chain glinting in the warm candle light. He’s relaxed, almost lazy, as he strikes up a conversation with the lady close to him about the life span of orchids. His eyes keep finding mine, filled with that dark, knowing hunger I know I’ll never survive.

“Valerie.” A few seconds passed in silence, then she turned a little, she looked at me with blurry and red eyes. “Oh look.” She smiled at me, but it felt like she was mocking me. Actually, she was. “Raven The Devil!” I ignored her words. “Let’s go home.” She chuckled and shook her head. “No. I am good here.” “You’re drunk.” I sighed. She lifted the bottle to her lips, but I gently took it from her hand before she could drink more. “Enough!” I said firmly.

"You're not going to offer me any?" Devon smiled, opening his eyes and wondering if her memory had returned! The feeling he felt inside made him respond excitedly like he was a teenage boy hearing the voice of the girl he had the biggest crush on in school. He became thrilled at the thought she had returned to him. Devon noticed she had changed into something like what she would typically wear. He saw she was wearing a soft pink little-fitted shirt dress, and her hair was straight and flowing past her shoulders. Zari says, "How are you feeling this evening?"