Devon Pravesh Novels & Stories

“Aren’t you a bit too late to be starting as an intern?” Hema blinked, but her composure didn’t waver. “I apologize, sir. There was heavy traffic on my way here.” “Traffic,” Chris repeated, his tone laced with mild mockery. His lips curved into a faint smirk. “That’s the excuse you’re going with?” “Yes, sir,” Hema replied plainly. “And it won’t happen again.” Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I expect it won’t. I don’t tolerate tardiness, Miss Kapoor. But since you’re here…” His voice turned sharper. “You mentioned during your interview that you could handle pressure. Let’s see if that’s true.”

As I rounded a corner near the courtyard, the sound of loud, frustrated voices made me pause. Devon was standing there, surrounded by his usual group of sycophants and friends. He was nursing his bruised arm, his face twisted in a dark, embarrassed scowl. “I’m telling you, it was a total fluke.” Devon barked, slamming his good fist against the stone wall. “The bitch got lucky. That's all it was.” “I don't know, man,” one of his friends muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “She had you pinned pretty good. And that weird light from her hands...”

Watching them delude themselves into thinking they've escaped their debt, then coming in our numbers to take what we were owed. The look on their faces when they'd realized who they owed. The devil. The door opened. I didn't look up. Only one person dared to barged into my office without knocking. "If this is another request for leniency, the answer is no." "Good thing it's not." Ashton said "I'd hate to watch you disappoint another person." I exhaled through my nose. "Would you ever knock before entering my office?" "It all depends on you." He replied strolling in like he owned the place. "Would you ever thank me for being the only person that can tolerate your demonic self? No? Well there'

"Dint apologize shit happens If things still doesn't work out between us by a week's time I'll convince my brother to let you go so have fun while you are here, I'll take you out tonight that sinif you are up for it" "I am Devon I'll do anything to vrawl out from myles grasps" "Funny he doesn't like being called over doer he dislikes lots of things like you refusing help with the maids he had once alit a girls throat for dojg something similar" "He what? Fuck I'm ruined" "No you are not it would all be fine and better just hang in for a week's and meat I remind you act humbly around him, he has no friend's so he's always on the edge"

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.

Guess what his answer was? "No" *****************************************

I loved him, but I would probably end up killing him on our wedding night out of exasperation. “Now you're just flattering me,” I said, bumping him with my hip so I could get to the sink. “Did you guys have a good trip? How'd the dissertations go?” Devon leaned against the counter and finished the last of his sandwich. It was a good thing he swam as much as he did, because he ate like a starving man. “Great, actually. Doc had us super prepared. I'm still a bundle of nerves, though.” He held out his hands toward me, making them shake.