Devon Pravesh Novels & Stories

Not literally the middle but I am close to the middle and can see what ever that happen. The stage had a shirtless young man, he looked like a thug with tattoos all over his body. He was bouncing, smiling and blowing kisses while the crowd cheer him up. "His opponent tonight!!!" A very loud voice said "Is no one but theeeee DEVIL!!!!" He shouted. I was about finding my way out when I noticed a familiar face. Devin is the DEVIL!

She should have been smart enough to realize that we live with a bunch of werewolves who would jump at any chance to beat us senseless. "What the hell's going on in here," one of the enforces shouted as he barged into the laundry room. I frowned a little as I peaked up. It was Devon, a man a few years older then me with tiny brown eyes framed by a square muscular body. He was a good fighter, and followed orders well, and respect was a big thing for him. I'be earned myself a few powerful hits from the fucker, one of which I'm sure gave me a concussion. It was either very lucky that I didn't get hit in the head again after that, or very unlucky.

I still listed her as one of the suspects because there is no smoke without fire. Raj Kumar Verma Age-45 He is of Indian origin and a self-established man. The journey of this man is commendable. Do you know this guy used to run a tea stall before securing a safe position in Miller Industries? He is truly a deserving candidate for the chair and was promoted for the post of the second head of the Marketing Department about a year ago. His account is clean and has a small family with two little kids and a wife. He is your supporter, Lauren, and was influenced by your courage at such a young age.

Fight Sena! @Death Wish Don't ignoire the Devil Sena. Hahaha. Hi everyone, will Sena ignore the challenge of the Devil? Let see, what's next. By the way, please have a beatiful Review! Love you all!

Devon mumbled amusedly. "You...you knew sir?" the head hazer asked while looking so unsure. "There's nothing we do not know about our sons but we are allowing them to solve their troubles. We don't need to intervene unless their safety is at stake. If that happened, then I will move mountains to protect our boys" Devon casually responded but his fierce aura surfaced for a moment. The head hazer gaped at Devon in awe and astonishment, aside from being a scary gang leader, Devon Dalton is a very loving and protective father. He felt so lucky to have talked to the very famous man of their faculty.

I turned my head, and my heart leaped right back into my throat. Devon stepped into the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was messy, sticking up in every direction like someone had run their fingers through it over and over again. The realization that those hands had been mine made a wave of heat rush to my cheeks. He walked further into the room, heading straight for the refrigerator without looking at me. He pulled out a bottle of water, popped the cap, and tossed two tablets into his mouth. He swallowed them down with a heavy gulp of water before finally turning his body to face me.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t