Devon Pravesh Novels & Stories

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.

While Liam and I had been together since the start we couldn't say the same for the others. Devon was 5'11" with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin, skinny as a rail despite the amount of food he ate. He was our sniper. He was extremely agile and moved with almost no sound, he reminded me of a cat. He had a very logical nature to him, and had previously done insurance adjustment work. Blessed with a very mathematical mind he was always calculating the odds prior to a mission. Out of all of us he was probably the most rational, stoic one, with the innate ability to out argue any of us no matter the topic. He had joined up with us almost right away and had become an important asset to

Dev rolled his eyes, casually following behind them. “Hey everyone, this is Priya, Dev’s fiancée. Priya, meet the family, Rhea and Meera,” she pointed at two teenage girls, identical twins who waved politely. “And this is Aarav,” she added, pointing to a young man who looked like he still attended university. He clapped his palms together with a polite nod. “And meet the head of the family, Vihaan Rajan,” she said, gesturing toward a middle-aged man in a sharp tailored suit.

powers. His elite guard, alerted by his shift in demeanor, gathered around, their expressions grim. “Alpha,” one of them stated, his voice taut. “We need to return. Now.” Devon nodded, his elemental powers swirling around him, the very ground seeming to vibrate with his contained rage. He had been played. His pursuit of a diversion had left his pack vulnerable, and his family exposed. He had underestimated the cunning of his brother and the depths of his father’s fear.

he asked, sipping the green drink he ordered. “Lately, yeah,” I replied. “Needed somewhere to let off some steam. Life’s been… interesting.” That was a big fat lie. Devon tilted his head. “That a good interesting or bad?” I gave him a flat look. “It’s a soap opera, Devon.” He laughed again, tapping his cup. “Now I’m intrigued.” We talked for another ten minutes, about old classmates, how we both hated statistics, and how he was now part of a start-up that designed eco-friendly sportswear. He was animated, waving his hands when he spoke, eyes lighting up when he talked about his work.

Devon’s turn, he stood up. “My name is attorney Devon Charles, and I will be representing myself here in this courtroom today. I have served the Ronaldo’s company for years with dedication and hard work, and I just want to prove to everyone that the allegations are false,” Mr. Devon said confidently. I was shocked. Granted, it wasn’t like I expected him to come out in the open and admit that he had been masterminding everything from the very beginning, or to admit his sins, but then again, I just wasn’t prepared for the way he would lie his way through everything, especially after he confessed to me himself.

Devon slid his iPad back into its leather case, glancing at me. I raised an eyebrow. I hadn’t told Devon Herold was back. I didn’t want anyone thinking I cared. I paid people enough to know what was going on around me. “He’s the new CEO of Green Living,” Devon said. Then his eyes narrowed. “Wait, you already knew that, didn’t you? When were you going to tell me?”

The mountain wind howled through the narrow mountain pass, shaking the frozen pine branches until they dropped sheets of white ice onto the hard, rocky path below. Devon stood at the absolute edge of the boundary, his body bundled in a coarse, dark travel cloak that Marcus's servants had provided. He looked older, his sharp face lined with a deep, permanent exhaustion that the supernatural healing loop could not entirely erase. The tattered medical linens beneath his cloak were clean, but his muscles were stiff, his left leg dragging slightly through the slush as a reminder of his near-fatal fight with the wild rogue scouters. He was no longer a prince. He was no longer an heir fighting for

And there is no boss to always torture me minute by minute. Exactly when I sat on the sofa was the opening of the door. Devon enters from there wearing his usual outfit that gives charm and elegance to his look. He is attractive and famous. But some wanted to surrender to admire him when he started screaming. Even Katty has lost the appetite to like him because of his lion attitude. "Hi! Good morning." Smiling, I greeted him. "Good morning." he said then sat down in his seat, in front of the table while I waited for an answer. "Ahm .....," he thought.