Devon Pravesh 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

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

“I'm defending him cause he’s a good guy. Behind that stoned face with no emotion, he has a heart and you made him have demons that haunted him every night.” “Shut up!” Khalil yelled. “Well, what do I know? I’m just an IT guy.” Khalil sent for three assassins and they stood in front of him. "Go to St. Mary Orphanage home and bring me Chantelle Farooqi." Vinly sighed and shook his head. “You’re dismissed! All of you.” SPIKE Vinly had sent him a text as soon as he left Khalil's office. He had ran out of the house almost shirtless, ignoring his sister’s and Malia calls. He hopped on his bike and sped off. As he was riding, he broke rules. He didn’t obey the traffic light, one way riding.

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

Their dad requested Devon come home. Devon gets an unexpected call from Evan and Mina one day while he was in a business meeting with his staff. He learns that their father has fallen gravely ill and is in ICU. He returns home to see his father and the family. But Devon has all intentions of returning back to Chicago. He's only planning to be here a few days. Until he gets the requests from Evan and his father to stay and help run the business until dad gets well. Devon reluctantly agrees, but for the love of his younger brother he remains.

the girl guided. “Boyfriend,” Boma said. “I bless you with the kind of boyfriend- in- in my life.” “His name, please. Add it.” “I bless you with- may you have a boyfriend like Donovan.” “Thanks, but Donovan who?” Boma hesitated. “I need the blessing to be specific.” The girl said pleadingly. “Because there is more than one Donovan in the world.” “Okay. Donovan Garrett” “So be it. Thank you.” The girl said excitedly, hugging Boma before exiting the restroom.

Devon bowed, “mine… the honour’s mine, princess Diana.” I peered at him blankly as he slowly lifted his gaze. I smiled, trying to stay as calm as I could. “My younger brother is hard to deal with. I hope he won’t bother you much.” “It was a pleasure talking to your younger brother. He told me how you fought for your education and even for getting here. I highly respect that,” Devon said with a straight face, but his voice… it was strangely warm. “You didn’t have to talk about such embarrassing things about me,” I elbowed Reese.

We're soldiers, we follow orders and get shit done. There's always a trail to follow so we know there's a beginning and an end. This shit just seems to keep going around in circles. But I should've known that beneath the laughter Devon was hurting. The old man had meant a lot to all of us, but there'd always been something special between him and Dev. He'd been the hardest nut to crack believe it or not, the one the CO had spent the most time bringing into the fold. That hard shell he'd had wrapped around himself had taken a lot of long drawn out convos between the two men.

I moved to the opposite side of the boxing club room from where some of the members were still practicing their moves. The female boxing group had a separate room right next to the guy’s club, and from what I had heard…Night’s group sometimes came to hang around the area since their friend’s girl had recently joined their club. That’s why I was thankful for the separate rooms…so I didn’t have to run into him today. As promised, Devon came out of the locker exactly five minutes later, wearing a white hoodie with two red stripes down the middle and red track pants. His short black hair was still wet from his shower and he still made every guy in the room stop to take a second glance.