Novel & Cerita Devon X Jake Chucky

She would gladly return the wolf to Roman if he is. Besides, having a horny, possessive, gay wolf is not something what Annabelle expected when she brought Chucky home with her. "Chucky does not have an owner." Roman chuckled and shook his head. Behind him, Trav and Jughead face-palmed. “They just want to hang out with Chucky for a while. I can wait out here with you, if you like.” Arch, the smooth talker, interjected. “You are astoundingly gorgeous, I think the only way you could possibly be more beautiful is if I got to know you.” Cheesy, but Arch’s pickup line worked.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

The guy left Anika and went to his friends to finish his dare, he was gay no one knew, his friends gave him a dare to dance with any girl and kiss her, He saw her dancing, he somewhere felt she would accept, he went near her and whispered to her about the dare and he is a gay, she happily accepted to dance with him but didn’t knew he would kiss her cheek has he only mentioned about dancing Anika went to the washroom, while she heads out, she was pulled by strong pairs of hands, she knew who it was She looked up to see his face, his eyes sent shiver down her spine, his devilish smirk meant trouble, He dangerously with his deep husky voice whispered making her shiver and gulp hard “Well you ar

“But he has your goodness, too. He has all the purity you never let yourself keep.” I kissed her forehead, a lingering, solemn pledge. The battle was over. The healing had begun, ushered in by the uncorrupted love of our son. I was the Devil Don, the man who dragged her into this dark world, but here, in this quiet, softly lit room, I was just a man, holding his family, watching the first, beautiful dawn break after the longest night. This fragile moment of connection, of shared joy in the midst of sorrow, was worth more than every asset Damon Salvatore ever owned.

"So what? Tell them I was slaughtering a chicken for the party and see who questions it" *******************************************

The city sprawled out beneath them, thousands of people oblivious to the powerful Don on his knees worshipping his wife. “My perfect wife,” he murmured against her soaked flesh, the praise vibrating through her. “So fucking sweet. Dripping for your Don like this.” His tongue circled her clit before sucking it gently, then harder. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling with devastating precision. “This pussy is mine. Not hers. Never hers.” Elena moaned, hips rocking against his face. The sight of him, tattoos flexing across his shoulders, dark head buried between her thighs, was almost too much.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

“I know. But this man? His records are sealed tighter than federal vaults. No legal trail. No family photos. No social media. The name Lucian Devlin exists, but the man? He doesn’t want to be found.” I stood, walking over to the bar. I poured two glasses of whiskey. Passed one to Raphael. “I’m not giving her up,” I said softly. “Not to a ghost. Not to a devil.” Raphael raised an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting?” I turned toward the window, looking out over the skyline. “I’m suggesting we stop knocking on locked doors and go to the man who makes the keys.” He pulled out his phone. --- Derek Ashcroft. Hacker. Codebreaker. Ghost-chaser. I hadn’t spoken to him in three years — not since a scan

They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Adom had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind. "Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Adom jacket, but the Devil was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Win chuckling softly. The Angel hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Adom followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

Devon threw his chips in the middle of the table, tapping his fingers on his cards. Devon was the opposite of Daniel. He was a rich playboy who liked expensive things, breaking rules, and wasting money. He didn’t care about morals. Ironically, Devon Whitehall didn’t need a job, just like Henry didn’t need more dirty jokes. But he went to college in America, became a lawyer, and stayed far from Britain. I was sure he had problems waiting for him back home, but I didn’t care enough to ask. “All in,” I said. Henry smacked his lips and pushed all his chips forward.