Devon X Jake Chucky Novels & Stories

But that didn't mean he quit trying. Jake wasn't one of those bad boys you learn about in romance novels. You know the ones that are rough on the outside but secretly a softy on the inside? Nope, not him. He was the actual devil. I secretly call him Damien, the evil child from the movie The Omen. Because he looks like an angel from the outside, but in reality, he is most likely a spawn of the devil. I bet if I parted his hair, I'd see the birthmark 666 on his scalp. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but he is the worst. I'll tell you how bad later. But for now, I have to figure out how to get out of this situation.

"I changed my mind. I need some information to confirm that Ivanna and Jessabelle are not related. Especially since you don't believe humans or vampires can be reborn, right? Let's prove it." BRAKK! Devon got up and lunged. He pinned me against the wall with his arm pressed against my windpipe. "You don't mess with me, Jax. Even though I and my clan aren't as strong as you and Alisterix, I can grind you to dust!" he snarled. However, I didn't feel daunted by his threat. Instead, I chuckled, which made him look furious. "You won't be able to laugh like that when I cut your throat, asshole!"

Astra added as she opened the door. “Devon, Adric, good to see you both, and please, no fighting in my house.” Astra said as she let them in. “Angelica, this is Adric and Devon; they are my contacts. Guys, this is Angelica.” Astra said as she introduced the two guys. Devon's tan skin matched his honey color eyes. His dark hair was shaggy and tussled and blended into the stubble on his face. He stood six feet tall with a lean body.

Devon asked the watchman rudely. “Sir, if you don’t mind, can I ask you something?” the watchman asked hesitantly. “What is it?” Devon replied. “Me and my son were playing hide and seek. He is hiding somewhere, and I can’t find him. Did he come here?” the watchman asked in a scared tone. “Oh, so you are the father of this little chick,” Devon said, looking behind the couch. “Here is your son,” he pointed to where Alex was hiding.

She looked at Maddy who is staring at her and innocently smiled at her then back to Daemon. He wrapped his arms on her waist while not taking off his eyes with Maddy. “Hello, Maddy.” He looked at Devon lovingly. “Dev, meet Maddy. She’s a friend.” “A friend,” she repeated and tasted a bitter taste in her mouth. She offered her hand to the woman who is giving her a curious look. “Hello Maddy. I am Devon… Devon Druft, Daemon’s wife.” Daemon smirked proudly and sipped on his glass. “It’s nice meeting you.”

Devon's point of view "Can you tell me who you are?" I inquired of the girl. To whom I was following. Her face was blurry as she continued to trek through the forest's undergrowth. I tried to grab her wrist, but she swerved away from me once more. I gripped her waist as she came to a halt and spun her around. She transforms into a twenty-foot-long enormous Werewolf and attacks me with her mouth open. I became afraid of her and stubbed my toes. I fall off the cliff screaming for rescue before she can catch me. "Devon, Devon," said a voice, jolting me back to reality and jolting me out of my nightmare. I took a big breath and exhaled slowly, knowing it wasn't true. "You had the same dream agai

She's desperate enough. "Why are you making that face?" "I have an idea." Sam scoffs. "Of course, you do." "You're not going to like it." "I never like any of your ideas." Devon scratches the tattoo on his neck. It's the face of a bear. His father was killed by one on a hunting expedition when he was five. This tattoo represents his strength but also his weakness. It hurt like a bitch. "There's this girl I've known forever. I think she's the perfect candidate. And before you ask, no, she isn't a spy."

Underneath his pants are huge. I slowly looked up and stared at him. “Angelo.?” “Devon,” “N-Nice to meet you,” he was my bully way back at my elementary and high school days. I haven’t finished college so I haven’t seen him that long. He had tattoos on his arm and had this maniac creepy smile as he stared at me. “Hello, little slut,” and in one swift. He devoured my lips.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

That voice I've been thinking about for a full week. "Ah, what do we have here?" Devon chuckles. He walks over to me, leaning down and peering into my face. "Miss Akiyama. What a pleasant surprise." Heat rises to my cheeks, clouding my head. I face Devon, sucking in a breath as our eyes meet. "What are you doing here?" He leans back, spreading his arms, a cocky smirk on his face. He looks majestic, the morning sun hitting him just right, illuminating the sharp panes of his face and turning his eyes a dull gold. "This gangster is the best man."