Devon X Jake Chucky Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can breathe, I stared outside from the car's window pane and my gaze fell on the tall dark figure of The Devil who has always been my savior, he was speaking to certain people on call and commanding hos people, maybe he was handling the stuff here after killing Liam because Liam was the owner of Ricci Technologies so it was very important that we don't leave a trace for any further chaos in our life. I stayed there staring at him, admiring him that how was I even living my life without him because when I see it from here even imagining my life without him seems so impossible to me. What would my life been like if he would have not shown up. Maybe even the alnoghywas tired of watching me su

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Everything was fading. The last thing I heard was Sophie's shaking voice. "What is this on his collarbone?" "Miss Ryder, it says... 'Clone 001, Original Body: Marcus Lydell...'"

Tricia answered playfully, following Cherry's way of talking. Cherry's eyes rounded before they fixated on the only unfamiliar face here. Devon. "Are you Aunt Tris' mate?" Devon smiled, bending his body like Tricia did. "Right. I'm Aunt Tris' mate. My name is Devon. What's your name?" "Cherry." "Cherry? Like a fruit?" Cherry nodded. "Yes. Mommy loves cherry." "You know cherry is sweet, right? Your Mommy must think you as sweet as a cherry, so she named you after her favorite fruit."

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

would you like to take my virginity before my forced wedding tomorrow? Jesus Christ! I get even more nervous as he gets closer but before he reaches me, a woman storms out of nowhere and throws an entire drink directly into his face. The splash is so violent I actually jump! "What the hell, Vanessa?!" the guy shouts but the crazy looking brunette ignores him and glares murderously in my direction. I freeze! Her eyes are still raking over me like she’s deciding whether or not to skin me alive but thankfully she just grabs the guy by the ear and drags him backward into the crowd while he sputters apologies.

I leaned back against the tree and closed my eyes. DEVON I walked along the river for a while after dinner. I needed to wrap my head around what Lucy said. Now that the fog of my infatuation has worn off, I can think clearly. I still want her, though. I don't care if we don't have kids or if she is an assassin. I can imagine more nights like tonight. Maybe travelling for her job. I make it back to my apartment. I changed and lay in bed. I think about my thesis in human interaction theology and how my views on things differ from humans because I am submersed in the supernatural world. I get out of bed and grab a few books from my birth mother's library. I took them when she died. Lucy said Vi

His reply was almost too quiet. “Why?” My chest tightened, my breath quickening. “Between us,” he started, his voice dropping, “I know a few things about someone involved with the Demented Devils. Filing a police report would only complicate things—for you and me.” His words carried a weight that settled uncomfortably in my chest. He smiled faintly and reached for his phone. With a few swipes, he turned the screen toward me. My breath hitched, my body stiffening. On the screen was a family photo of Charles… and Jake.

Kylie pulls her hand from my grip, flustered, throwing a dirty glare at Lyla. “Nah, what's the fun in that? Go on, tiger, pounce on me. But remember, you run that dirty little mouth of yours, and I'll show you exactly how foul I can be.” Lyla glowered. I go up to my locker and pull the things out that I require. I just want to get out of this hallway as soon as possible. I don't want them hurting Kylie or anyone else for that matter. Suddenly, I hear heavy breathing behind me. I turn around to find that it's Devon. Devon is known for organizing rave parties at his farmhouse often. It is rumored that he drugs girls and sleeps with them. He stands uncomfortably close to me, hovering all over m