Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

Or a long-lost love. "Why the shock look?" Devon teased Urie. He liked to see his small face blushing like a bride on her wedding night. "Aren't you even worried that they might misinterpret what you are saying?" He moved closer to Urie's already warm ears. "If I'm that worried, I won't be walking right up to you. And holding the way I am holding you right now." Again, he was amused by how cute Urie looked with that jaw-dropping. expression of his.

A pain greater than the one I felt around the skin that pumped out heavy blood. I tried to get up, go to her, but I was bleeding heavily. So I just slipped to the floor again, falling against the barrel I’d used as my shield. No, no, no. I need to get up, and now. “Aha!” Dominik’s voice penetrated my thoughts. “There you are. Hiding in the shadows, aren’t you?” My camouflage had been exposed. He found his way to me, flickering the torch in my face. “What did I say, mate?” he crooned as he scooted down to hold my glare. “There’s only one way this would end, and I hope you can see that end right now.”

Crimson on marble. She glanced around again. Still no one came. No footfall. No whispered murmur. Just the quiet hum of surveillance. Ayra stared at the blood. Her hand trembled—not from the pain, but from something deeper. Something cold threading up her spine. This wasn’t indifference. This was an observation. She wiped her hand on her sleeve, clutching the porcelain remains close, and stood slowly. Her eyes shifted upward to the corner of the hallway, to the black dome of a mounted security camera. The red recording light blinked steadily. Harmless, unless you knew where to look.

I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Emma! Is that you?” a deep voice said from behind me in excitement. “Waw! I never thought I’d see you again”. My heart was pounding as I whipped around. Standing there was a man I didn’t recognize, but his scent told me he was from the Devonshire pack. His dark eyes glinted with curiosity, and a smirk played on his lips. “See me again, How? And Who are you?” I curiously asked, demanding an answer, keeping my voice steady despite the fear creeping into my chest.

She doesn’t say a single word the entire time. Devon is seated on a lawn chair in the backyard, his head tilted to the sky while music blasts from the speaker at his on the couch on the opposite side of the yard. A bottle of vodka sits at his feet and a glass rests between his thighs. I walk over, knowing he has no idea anyone’s here, and tap him on the shoulder. He damn near jumps out of his seat, his glass almost falling. Removing his sunglasses, he beams up at me before jumping to his feet and knocking over the glass.

I spat, closing the distance. Devon turned, cool and unhurried. “He plots against me. With you.” “Because you’re hollowed out!” I shoved his chest. He didn’t budge. “The real Devon wouldn’t burn his own pack for fear.” His hand shot out, slamming me back against the stone railing. Cold bit into my spine. “Careful, little wife. I could throw you over right now.” “Do it then!” I grabbed his collar, yanking him closer until our faces nearly touched. “Or admit the witch gutted you. Tell me what you traded.”

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.

Emma Mate pull…. “There are a few things I should explain,” Devon says. His voice is different, softer, and I look at him for a moment, admiring the way the delicate flakes of silver glisten in his bright green eyes. I’d never noticed the silver before I’d seen him in his wolf form. He smiles, and I realized my gaze has lingered a bit too long. A flush of heat creeps up my cheeks. “Mate pull,” I say out loud, repeating the phrase he’d said before.

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.