Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Once she ran out of bullets, he got to let go of Bagwis who was almost dead from the strangling. A huge roar from Benitez was heard from the place again. And as he screamed, his body doubled in size, his skin stretched and bled of black blood especially his face. His eyes turned hell red and it burned. He was grotesque and all of them, Bodie, Manila, Van, and Luna, standing from the entrance door, felt their feet struck frozen to the ground. They witnessed a demon right before their eyes. "And who in hell are you?!" He said, his almost skin-less eyes bulging out of his skull from fury.

she stammered. “Have lunch with me every day after school.” Nora was dumbstruck. Since when did she become so dirty-minded? What was she thinking about? Staring at her face, which had turned bright red, he touched her forehead and asked innocently. “Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?” Damnit! The devil was teasing her on purpose! Before she could say anything in her defense, the teacher called out her name. “Miss Shahan, can you answer question three from exercise two?”

On other side Sofia was taking her pills with a shaking hand by remembering what just had happened. While she was forcefully taking out the dress from Heaven from their room, Heaven cried and said in a requesting tone, "mom l don't wanna take out this dress...l liked this very much...there is no dirt in it." "Not you take it off l said take it off. Be quiet", she yelled to the child angrily. At that moment a man in blazer who seemed to be fifty years old come there with a red face with anger. Besides that, there was a red stoned peculiar ring on his right hand's middle finger.

"Wendy, Elliot gave me so many gifts, and they were all wrapped up so fancily that I just couldn't get them open. I read somewhere that I could use a ring to help open the presents, so I tried it with the one right here." While she talked, she showed her hand, and there it was, the diamond ring. However, it now had a big scratch on it. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know the ring would get scratched up so easily. I didn't mean to do it. Can you forgive me?" I was shaking with anger and grabbed Sheila's wrist hard. "That's my ring, and you used it to open presents!" Elliot stepped in and pulled Sheila close to him. "Wendy! What's gotten into you?"

Not one person steps in his way. The glass doors swing open, and the night air slams into me. Crisp, cool, a shocking contrast to the stale heat of the station. For the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe. Burner pulls out his keys, presses a button, and somewhere in the parking lot a sleek beep-beep answers. My gaze follows the sound until I see it: a gleaming, blood-red Ferrari, gleaming under the harsh streetlights. I freeze. My steps falter.

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

His eyes were red as he spoke "Son, don't worry about me. You remember all that I have said. Find your brother and stay with him. I will end this. This is my fight" "No father, this is our fight, I will find Alec and we would be back before you know it. Devon will meet his waterloo soon and..." I wanted to say when the door suddenly turned open. "Well, well, well" It was Devon, clapping as he approached. "Nice show! The world's most heart touching goodbyes. Uhh wait a second" he said and stopped clapping. When he reached our side and sat down, he lifted a finger up and drew imaginary lines in the air as if calculating something.

"Let's get to the fun part shall we, Devon?" "Let's." Devon put his hands inside his coat pocket and pulled out a sat phone. "It's time we heard a live telecast of what's going on in your poor little pack." He mocked and then connected the call. Rhys's P.O.V: How dare they! HOW DARE THEY!