Devon Pravesh Novels & Stories

Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break you, clip your wings and cage you. And you will cry and only cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time" ~NEIL KHANNA, CO-CEO of K.K corporation with Arjun Kashyap (The BEAST), is a 28 year old hottest Sexiest business tycoon of India. He is the cruelest creature 'DEVIL' of God who he doesn't believe in 'FORGET AND FORGIVE' "I'm good but not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL. ~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.

He's wearing a black sweater and ripped pants paired with black combat shoes. To be honest, I was a little ecstatic when I first saw him in person. Who wouldn't? Jesus, that's fucking Seth Devon! He's like so hot and almost every female idol loves him. On stage, he's oozing with charisma and he's one of those idols that many admire and look up to. And surprisingly, we share the same last name too!

Devon answered. Devon looked more Mediterranean in appearance. At close to six feet tall, he was broad shouldered, obviously strong, and just as obviously intelligent. You would estimate his age at about forty, although he had no wrinkles or gray hairs yet, he had an air of competent maturity about him. His every motion seemed entirely too practiced, yet somehow perfect for him. "Devon, I'm not sure I understand, the facility you propose could be created, small at first, create the reputation of excellence in submissive training, and then train additional people given to the facility by clients for high fees?" Doctor Jenkins asked.

Deal", said Mete in a stronger pleasant voice. "But why?", asked Noah with doubt by lifting his eyebrows. "My child, Nevaeh is your dad's trial robot. l need to make another powerful one. So l need to do some experiments with her and from that result l wanted to make an advanced one. l think my little genius get my idea", said Mete lovingly by caressing on Noah's hair. Noah nodded his head like as he understood all the things what was his father just told.

AXEL’S POV: "My name is Devon Lugi," he declared with an edge of vulnerability I hadn’t expected. He fixed his gaze on me as if daring me to question him further. "I served in the Army—part of Blackhawk Shadow, a covert unit trained in assassination and high-risk combat." His tone dropped, reverent and raw. "Before all that, I was just a kid from the slums. My mother was dying of a disease we couldn’t afford to treat. I remember that charity event you held in our broken-down neighborhood—you, dressed so casually, laughing with the kids and comforting the old. When you were about to leave, I ran to you, desperate. Security tried to stop me, but you—God, you stopped them. You scooped me up in

“it will help ease your hangover.’’ Heat creeped to my cheeks. I was praying in the heavens that I didn’t do something crazy last night. Although I wasn’t that drunk because I had water in between shots, but still, alcohol and I never go well together. “I’m sorry about last night.’’ Devin shrugs his shoulders “no worries. Besides, you complimented me last night.’’ My eyes widen as I take a bit of my toast. “What?’’ I whispered. ‘’Yeah, you said I was beautiful, and I was smokin’ hot.” He was shaking his head while he lightly chuckled. Even if he was making fun of me, the way Devin was laughing made me smile and giggle with him. I knew my cheeks and probably my ears too were fiery red, but se

“Devon. What have you done?” Devon lowered the phone, looking at Ethan with dead, empty eyes. “I didn't upload your baseline to destroy the Entity, Ethan,” Devon said smoothly. He raised the silver briefcase, popping the latches. “I uploaded you because Cassandra asked me to.” He opened the case. Inside was a secondary neural interface bypass. “The world doesn't need a broken king, Ethan,” Devon whispered, stepping forward. “It needs a perfect God. And my final order is to ensure... you never leave this room.”

Not if he works with a group of terrorist. “Can you prove it?” “That's the thing, when it comes to them, you can't prove anything. I have been working for them for fourteen years, I don't even know who they are.” Sebastian realizes these people are more than he had given them credits for. They are well organized terrorist with arms farther than he had thought possible. Twelve years ago, he was a rookie detective eager to solve the county's most popular case. A detective who ran in circles stumbling against walls and walls.

“But he has your goodness, too. He has all the purity you never let yourself keep.” I kissed her forehead, a lingering, solemn pledge. The battle was over. The healing had begun, ushered in by the uncorrupted love of our son. I was the Devil Don, the man who dragged her into this dark world, but here, in this quiet, softly lit room, I was just a man, holding his family, watching the first, beautiful dawn break after the longest night. This fragile moment of connection, of shared joy in the midst of sorrow, was worth more than every asset Damon Salvatore ever owned.

And yet nothing about this felt ordinary. Devon appeared a few minutes later, freshly showered, in dark trousers and a crisp shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. His blazer hung over one arm, and his watch gleamed at his wrist. He couldn't help but just lean against the doorframe and take in the image—the soft domesticity of it all. “I could've sworn you didn't cook,” he said. “I can do two things really well,” she replied, not turning around. “Pancakes and leaving before things get complicated.”