Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

I didn't knock but entered directly, shutting the door behind me. Devon was standing in the middle of the room, it looked like his study. A bottle filled with some amber coloured liquid was clutched in his right hand, which I noticed was bleeding. His hair was messy and his fine clothes disheveled. There were broken pieces of glass on the carpet and I knew what the crashing sound from before was. "Devon?" I whispered his name and started to walk towards him but stopped when he looked at me. His eyes were blazing. Silver fire burning his irises. "Sweet luna.." I whispered in horror.

Devon talks about how he used to work at this farm with his grandpa and how he would cut himself in the same place Everytime his grandparents don't give him his favourite snacks . Raven; you're one spoilt child Devon; hahaha! He bites the cake one last time and moans . Devon; this is legit this sweetest red velvet I've tasted. Raven; really? Devon; of course. Raven asks to go run some errands for her mum so she hugs him and he pulls her to whisper "see you in school tomorrow"

Who knows what would transpire if the devil had to come back in here. I went to the small bathroom, filled with limescale and rust. Grandma tried everything to get them out, but she said that the bathroom needed remodelling. I quickly cleaned my teeth and styled my thick curls in a bun. I noticed tiny black and blue bruises under my chin and neck, so I opened the cabinet and took out the tube of makeup that Bianca got me, particularly for this; to cover up the marks of the devil. Tears spilt from my eyes as I conceal my abuse.

And froze. Devon stood hunched over the sink, white-knuckled grip bracing the marble counter like it was the only thing anchoring him. His chest rose and fell in sharp bursts. His eyes— They weren’t the usual stormy brown. They were golden. Faintly glowing. Like embers in the dark. I didn’t mean to gasp. But I did. And when he heard it, his head snapped toward me, eyes still lit like fire. My heart stopped.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Devon disrupted my thoughts. "It's not about you! I just missed my husband all of a sudden." I replied trying to hide my blushing face. "You look prettier with a blushing face. How did you do that? Vampires don't blush!" Devon asks and hides his wings to sit beside me. He was able to do his magic again and he's already wearing a white shirt. Just like I suggested to him. But even with his shirt on and wings off, I can still feel the sexual tension between us. Is it me or him?

The flames of the fallen lantern get extinguished when it comes in contact with spread milk, and the area around the princess turns dark. Tears leaked from her eyes as an immense pain erupts in her chest. The Devil’s Redemption in her hands was quickly soaking the blood oozing from her fingers. But it wasn’t the pain or blood that became the reason for her distress. It was the wallow of her father’s horse, which rang in front of the gateways of the fort, in the dark of a rainy night. Have they arrived before time, or was it too late?

She found it tucked on the bottom shelf of his desk drawer, almost as if he’d hoped she’d never notice. The blood-red ribbon was still perfectly tied. Her fingers shook as she pulled the lid off. Inside lay the most provocative set of red lingerie she’d ever seen. Sheer lace that would hide nothing, delicate garters, a babydoll top so thin it looked like it would dissolve under touch. A small black card rested on top. He always preferred me in red. Wear it well, Mrs. Rossi. — Valentina

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Holding back the chaotic emotions. A single tear slips down my cheek. My heart clenches. "Why so quite doe? Lost of words..." he trails off. He tucks a single strand of hair behind my ear with the tip of the gun. "No matter how much you try to deny it. We share the same demons." "The only difference is that you haven't embraced them. You fight them everyday because you're scared that once you let go." He pauses. My eyes grow wide and body startled when he pulled the trigger but the clicking sound of the gun nearly caused my life to flash before my eyes.