Devon X Jake Chucky Novels & Stories

Jake's Pov The chlorine smell hit me before I even opened the back gate. My stomach twisted, not because of my nerves but this particular moment. I'd been thinking about this moment for three years. Three years of Devon's dad existing as this forbidden fantasy I'd shoved into the back corner of my mind, only pulling it out late at night when I was alone. Marcus Chen. God, even his name made my skin prickle. "Yo, birthday boy!" Devon's voice cut through my thoughts as I stepped onto the stone patio. He was already in the pool with his girlfriend Emma draped over his shoulders like a wet towel. "Finally! Thought you were gonna bail."

Devanna noticed my reaction and just chuckled. "They are creatures who are almost the same as us, they have self-esteem, have shame .. can feel disappointed and humiliated, therefore ... don't make them offended. You understand what I mean?" I just nodded, I returned to processing the dough until it was ready to be put into the oven. Devanna invited me to sit aside. There is a sofa in pink and red there. We sat side by side while waiting for the oven to sound. "It's a slightly different world. Did Charlie tell you... That I have fairy blood from my grandfather's line?"

Dave whispered to me in a nervous laugh, taking his hands of my shoulders. The devil put his arms around me kissing me on the cheek, as If trying to show to Dave that I was his property. I forced a smile, trying to get out of his embrace. "What are you doing here?" I asked him, keeping a fake smile. My jaw was hurting. "I missed you, can't I come to see my wife? Besides I'm the partner of this company." His hold on me got stronger and he leaned to whisper in my ear. "Besides, don't you want to finish what we left in the morning?

Devon said. "You're very firm, Devon," said Charlotte. "People say that about me, but they don't realize it's my way of healing myself," Devon replied. Charlotte was impressed. The way the man beside her thought was truly mature. Charlotte had recently learned that Jarvey had asked Josh for a sexual stimulant. She had thought Jarvey did it because he was afraid of losing her, but after hearing Devon's words... she now believed Jarvey wasn't yet emotionally mature. Devon asked, "Do you want to go to the city park with me and Kattie this afternoon?"

“Homicidal flying corpses. Making pacts with witches. Learning new aspects of our powers. Fucking moving. Again!” “Those aren’t excuses, Dev,” Xander said, his expression dimming. I could see how much it hurt him that Devin hadn’t done this. “No, babe. Of course, I did the homework,” Dev rushed to reassure him. “I just don’t know how much I really like the names I picked.” Xander grinned. “Okay, I can accept that.” He pecked Dev’s chin, smiling up at him. I loved seeing them like this—happy, relaxed, wrapped up in each other.

Cheques flew all around the room, everyone signing up for a piece of the pie. The hookers of Pandemonium enjoyed watching this night the most. They knew that by the time the Angels were done, it would truly be demon time. All of the original Angels finished presenting, and groans of protest filled the room because they thought it was over. The devil slid into the room then after closing a deal, and sat next to Lev. “Your girls are killing it tonight!” Lev, inching closer to a drunken state, screamed into his face. His hot breath of alcohol made Luca wheeze and recline back.

They were aligning frequency and waiting. “They’re confident,” I said. “They’re theatrical,” Dominic corrected. “Different flaw.” “Do we answer?” “We do,” he said. “Together.” The projection formed, unlike the Crownbreaker silhouette, this one showed a face. Mid-forties. Serene expression. Medical calm. The kind that makes people confess things they didn’t plan to say. “Dominic Voss,” the woman said warmly. “And Elara Quinn. I appreciate the simultaneous audience.” “You purchased stolen pathway metadata,” Dominic replied. No greeting. No cushioning.

Parker Jenkins, also around eighteen years of age, possessed a cheerful and lively disposition that lit up any room he entered. With an average height, Parker stood at around 5 feet 8 inches. His jovial nature was reflected in his warm, sparkling blue eyes that radiated a playful and inviting charm and his black hair was slightly tousled in a carefree manner just like Devon. Many thought that they were actually brothers. “What are you doing here?” Devon asked in confusion as he looked at the time, it was already five in the evening which was pretty late in their standard. Parker typically visited by this time only when Devon specifically invited him, hence the inquiry.

Devon smiles, a creepy, cold smile. "Ah, the Playboy's side piece came to the rescue. My eyes follow his every movement as he walks to the wet bar and picks up my most expensive bottle of whiskey. "Were you both able to stop Cinderella from running away?" I clench my fingers into fists to stop myself from lashing out. Damon isn't as patient. "We all know this was all part of a scripted plan you formulated in that warped, psycho head of yours." Damon growls. Devon smiles.

The three looked down from above before they jumped to the next building. After the three left, he returned his attention to the demon that was about to fall on him. He jumped backward to avoid it. The demon growled as he landed on his own two feet. He lost the chance to strike the demon when Jake suddenly kicked its deer-like head, making it fall down on the solid ground. “You will pay for what you did to my car,” Jake shouted to the demon like it could understand his every word. “I will leave it to you then,” Xurden said to Jake.