Devon From Turning Red Mga Nobela at Kwento

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

Thus, Seraphina quickly understood what Devon wanted to convey, and she chose to wear only his clothes. Devon becoming possessive towards Seraphina, even though she has only just agreed to enter into a courtship with him. He cannot fully understand that when Seraphina wear a crop top and shorts, the demon within him becomes uncontrollable. He would not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to look at her figure and her angelic face. "Of course you are," Devon replies, cheerfully watching the lady. At this moment, he cannot comprehend that he is secretly smiling, something he rarely does.

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.

As they ran, she looked back only once—just once—and saw him diving into the fray, fangs bared, eyes glowing red. Dante was ready for war.

They did stupid, reckless shit when they thought no one was watching. Finally, Vito stood up. “We’re done here,” he said. “Remember what I told you.” He turned and started walking toward the exit. Matteo’s voice rang out behind him, dripping with venom. “That blue-eyed boy you got now… he won’t last. You know that, right? Pretty things like him break easy in our world.” Vito paused at the door but didn’t turn around. He simply pushed it open and stepped back into the sunlight. Bernard was waiting by the SUV.

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.

It took me few seconds to fully awake from it. “Y-yeah… I mean… no! Take your time, I’ll watch… no! Wait! I’ll wait.” “What the hell am I saying?!” I thought. That was so embarrassing that I hurriedly turn my head hoping he wouldn’t see me blushing like a teenager. Of course, all of my silly hopes shattered when I glimpsed at his devilish smirk, which made me feel even more embarrassed.

We get back to the club house as Legion goes straight to the door to unlock it to see that both girls were sitting on the bed. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I wasn’t that shock she didn’t want to explain herself. If she were innocent, I would think she would jump to explaining things, but no she stays silent. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?” “No, please don’t make me go back to them.”

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

They tormented me all through my growing up, it only makes sense that they were the biggest pain in my ass in this prison yard. “No unauthorized use of power, you freak.” He smirked. “Or you are going to be taken to the red house.” The smell of blood filled the air as I scratched Devon, my breath seizing in my throat, tears filling my eyes as my throat burned hard in my throat. Fuck the red house. The last thought I had as I focused a mental blast to Devon, but my body froze before I could. Devon’s eyes widened, and his grip loosened, making me land on the floor flat.