Devon X Tyler Novels & Stories

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

“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.

"Tell me what I have to do." Leviathan studied the young devil for long in heavy silence. He was astonished that Lucas was willing to give it all away for his human lover; a fragile being that'd eventually be the end of him. He stared at the devil's son. There was no fear in his eyes; just determination to get what he wants.

She barely acknowledges him, except for the faint smile that brushes her face and immediately replaces it with a passive look. Laurel sits between them and all the while, she doesn't say a word. She is not oblivious of her surrounding, he knows it. Her face shows it all. He can sense the tension in the room. The expectancy. Maybe his subconscious already foresaw this and made sure he wears nothing other than black. A black suit, black T-shirt a black trouser and a red tie. He is the devil in this case. He can sense it. They don't hate him. They don't hate the extent he will take this to get answers. Not yet. Not until they see him questioning a family that is still in shock. A family current

X o x o DEVON: I know i am NATE: yep…. DEVON: can’t believe it’s only weeks away…. NATALIE: same! Can’t wait, it’s going to be so much fun! AMELIA: Afterward we can hang x DEVON: Uh afterward we might be busy Melia NATALIE: lmfao AMELIA: haha right x DEVON: <.< AMELIA: <33 ! DEVON: So maybe after after? NATE: Sure NATALIE: It’s a date x

Everyone feared and despised them to the core because anyone who ventured into their path would be killed. In the end, I found out that my closest friend, Alexei, was Valentin Rostislav's brother, making him a true-blooded demon lycan. But much though I wanted to shout, I should have known. I wasn't sure if he was as beautiful as his brother, but he was quite mysterious and attractive. "If you are so fearful and protective about your job, you can kept it." Valentin unexpectedly said bringing me out of my thoughts. My eyes widened shock. I didn't expect him to say that at all.

Erica My pussy is throbbing. We just finished hours of rough sex since arrived at the cabin. Devon is passed out next to me, moaning occasionally in her sleep. We're both a sweaty mess, hair mangled and the bedspread a mees. Sex with Devon is different than with anyone I've ever done it with. My wife didn't even go as rough as Devon did tonight and she's pregnant. The girl can really move her hips with a strapless.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

"Haters will say it's an edit." "But, I'm not their hater, brat. I'm not saying it's an edit either." "I was just joking." Zayn defended himself, and he touched the cup of americano, and they sat in front of the coffee shop while enjoying breakfast like maple syrup waffle and a cup of coffee. "Mr. Oriaga and Miss Amanda." Dean returned Zayn's cell phone. "I don't think Miss Amanda would ever agree to that marriage. Do you remember how upset she was when we visited her house with the boss that night?"

she asked Adina as they sat together, sipping tea. Adina sighed, looking thoughtful. "Dante has had a difficult life. He lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his uncle, who was a cruel man. Dante learned to be tough, to protect himself and those he cares about. He may seem like a monster, but there's more to him than that." She pondered Adina's words, feeling a strange sense of empathy for Dante. Despite his harsh exterior, he had shown her a side of himself that was protective and caring. She found her heart softening towards him, wondering if there was a way to reach the man behind the facade.