Devon Pravesh Novels & Stories

Vida complemented. "That's why I brought you here, enjoy." They smiled. " Thanks Andrea." She said. Katie paused as her eyes widened at the same time. "Guys!!, Am freaking out, look at this, the dude who caused commotion earlier today is the CEO of the Devon conglomerate! oh my gosh, he is Ben Devon!!!" Kat was yelling as ran out of breath. "So he is this rich, the wealthiest in country A, you got to be kidding me," vida snatched the phone from her to verify.

Even though Devon was considered a new guy in the social media industry, he was rather good at it, which made Juneau feel a great crisis. Devon ignored him and bowed at Kayson and Sadie. “Mr. Yarde, Ms. Wolfenden, I was sent here to assist you by Mr. Shore. You can call me Devon Harrington.” Sadie smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington.” She stretched her arm forward, and both of them shared a handshake. Devon couldn’t help himself and took another glance at Kayson. After all, Royce had reminded him many times, telling him that he had to keep Kayson happy at all costs.

The person who has been given a name, Devon the Devil. “You’re now next on his list, Primo Bonsignore.” Lawrence whispered as he turned his back to return to his car. To be frank, Primo and his organization should’ve been out of his concern now because the chairman initiated to do the deed and also because of the unexpected breakup with Georgia. He’s supposed to only devote himself to getting her back. But that bastard is getting on the frame that he shouldn’t be in.

Just, extremely attractive overall! He had obviously been at a family BBQ recently judging by the photo's he had been tagged in. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to stalk through them. As I swiped through the pictures, I found myself creepily saving one. Roman, standing near the BBQ, shirtless. Damn!! He was so attractive!

When the final progress bar reached one hundred percent, I finally allowed myself to breathe again. Daniel smiled faintly. "Now?" I nodded. "Now." I clicked the video. The screen stayed black for a few seconds before the picture slowly appeared. Devon was sitting alone at the small dining table inside his apartment. He looked nothing like the confident executive I remembered. His shirt was wrinkled, dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and he hadn't shaved in days. Every few seconds he glanced toward the apartment door as if expecting someone to force it open. He rubbed both hands together before finally looking into the camera.

He lifted both like a trophy. “I come bearing offerings.” “You come bearing a headache,” I muttered, pulling the door wider. Devon pushed past me immediately, all six-foot-seven of him. His hoodie was oversized and dark gray, half-zipped to show a black sleeveless top underneath. His sweatpants hung loose, and he wore a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes—typical disguise-mode Devon. And of course, the diamond studs glittered in his ears even in low light, because subtlety was not in his vocabulary. The sleeve tattoo on his left arm was barely hidden under the hoodie, swirling patterns of black and cobalt ink crawling over his skin.

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

I say softly, tears already stinging behind my ears but I push it back. “Very well then. In this table, it is blood for blood, whether on purpose or not, so my Verdict” he takes a deep breath in, “Two weeks probation off from the table, meaning no resources whatsoever from here and you are off the protection of this table and as for your blood repayment,” he brings out a small box, “stand” Shakily I stand, Justin holds my arm, stopping me in my tracks, “what the…” “I would not allow you to do something as stupid as this” he whispers.

I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Emma! Is that you?” a deep voice said from behind me in excitement. “Waw! I never thought I’d see you again”. My heart was pounding as I whipped around. Standing there was a man I didn’t recognize, but his scent told me he was from the Devonshire pack. His dark eyes glinted with curiosity, and a smirk played on his lips. “See me again, How? And Who are you?” I curiously asked, demanding an answer, keeping my voice steady despite the fear creeping into my chest.