Devon Pravesh Novels & Stories

(please bring water) Anushka was now quite used to giving orders to the poen, she was slipping into her role effortlessly, sometimes even guiding others. The peon came with a glass of water and she offered it to Janvi, “Please hand over your resume, I will do the needful,” she said as Janvi handed her resume. Walking to Dinesh’s cabin. Anushka knocked on the door like she always did. he was doing something on his phone, which he kept down as soon as she entered. “Candidate for IELTS teacher, Janvi Parmar,” She mentioned, handing him the resume for the third time that day.

deva replied "you committed dogs didn't care about this single dog only she is concerned so I care about only her" roshan shouted "bro this fellow courting on your girlfriend" he thought his bro didn't listened but when prince turned Roshan bited his tongue deva scolded "what the hell is wrong with you Roshan why you did that" roshan replied with guilt "sorry man I thought he will not hear"

I gestured to his body. He chuckled and I smiled. My attempt to try and get him out of the spiral I could see him diving down worked. “Says the goth.” “I know who I am. Is business man all you really are?” I watched Desmond look down at his hands. “I guess it is. All I do is work. Sometimes I’ll go to the football games my son plays in but outside of that, I don’t have time for anything else.” He looked at me, eyes wide as though he said something wrong.

“You will have nothing. Do you understand?” Devon, however, simply shook his head, a faint, sad smile on his lips. He looked at Clara, then back at Nana, his eyes filled with a love so profound it seemed to defy everything. “Then I will have nothing of this family,” he said, his voice clear and resolute. “I am Devon Cage and I can never not have anything, I have everything I want and need, my kids, the woman I love and all my assets and wealth that is not associated with the Cage empire”.

“Our Beta finally returned.” Voices echoes agreement. “To Devon!” Devon stands briefly, looking almost humbled as he bows with a grin on his face. “I owe my return to the strength of this pack,” he says. “Captivity teaches you one thing, you never realize what home is until it’s taken.” Murmurs of approval follows and then claps from the crowd. But I didn’t clap and I didn’t drink at first. Conversation resumes around us, patrol reports, minor tunnel repairs, hunting yield. But I keep watching him.

Devon called every day. He’d returned to his sleek, corner office at the oil and gas conglomerate where he worked as the chief operating officer. A man of boardrooms and billion-dollar deals. But at night, his voice softened. He asked how her day went. He told her what he’d eaten. He sent pictures of sunsets from his office window and selfies of him trying (and failing) to meditate like she taught him. They were still figuring it out, she and Devon. But they were trying.

She chuckled and said, "So your team had a 'DI' and a 'DO'. I bet the cheerleaders loved that." "Did they ever," Devon laughed. "He was a running back and I was the quarterback, so one or both of us was involved in almost every offensive play. The 'DI/dO' combo as we were called made a good match. We help our high school win the state championship four years in a row. Dev went on to play for Army. He was killed in Afghanistan six months after graduating from West Point."

“Mr. Devon Brookes is honored to have you.” Mr. Devon Brookes...the name sound so familiar it punches deep in my gut, some sort of recognition flashes in my memory, a name. Devon, I say the name quietly, afraid that the memory will strike me yet again. The man in the cruise ship, he told me his name was Devon, I could never forget, that couldn’t be right, Mr. Devon Brookes is a billionaire CEO, one of the youngest CEOs in their thirties. My knees start to buckle as I face Daphne.

I said, smiling at him. If there was one comfort in all of this, it was that Ezra was safe away from the evils of Blacktree. They would never get their claws in him again. He would be safe here. “Hey, while you were with Ezekiel, did you ever come across someone named Devon? He’s about 6’4, pale skin, shaggy brown hair, and has a jagged scar on his right cheek?” Ezra squinted in concentration as he thought for a moment before nodding slowly.

Dylan Travis was a kind and gentle man. Angel's first impression of him was very positive. She hardly found any flaws in Dylan. He was handsome with a very fit, muscular body. He had an amazing broad chest and comfortable arms to lean on. Dylan had a dazzling smile that would make all the women scream when they saw him. But most importantly for Angel, he had a perfect personality. Dylan was gentle and knew how to treat women well.