Devon X Tyler Novels & Stories

EMILE The first glass of whiskey as I got home tasted like absolutely nothing, the second wasn’t much better, by the third, I had accepted that alcohol was not going to solve today’s problems. Unfortunately, this evening’s problems had a name. Actually, two names. Aiden and Elian Moore. The fireplace crackled softly across the room while evening settled over my estate. Outside, the grounds were quiet. Inside, the silence lasted exactly twelve seconds before the front doors slammed hard enough to shake the walls.

She just waited, letting her laptop screen reflect in her quiet eyes, giving him a quiet moment to anchor himself. He pulled his phone out, opened the screen, and held it out to her without a word. Ariana took the phone, her fingers brushing his as she guided the screen closer to the light. He watched her eyes move methodically across the text, taking it in line by line. Finally, she looked up, her gaze locking onto his. "David Reeves." "Yeah." "He's not one of your dad's guys, is he?" "No," he whispered, a small, genuine breath escaping his lips. "Entirely independent. I did this without him."

A mistake was committed by stars to bring the two powers close. But the almighty never considered a possibility of odd angles. He searched for good even in a demon as to what other reasons he lets that abomination survive if it weren’t for redemption. He sees great in everyone and encourages them towards that golden path by throwing different schemes. He was aware that this set of spirits was highly contradictory and violent like the combination of ice and fire. So, he turned them, twisted them to fix the wounded bond until settled on one conclusion. The opposite and incompatible pair are not always vulnerable or doomed. Sometimes they could turn into the most fascinating subject. It was nev

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

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."

(DOVE) "Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here." She scoffed. "Oh permit me brother, I'm now old enough legally to do what I want." "What's your definition of legal?" "When you look at someone and they blow your mind that all you can think of is fucking with 'em." Knox rolled his eyes. "Just say sex, it won't burn your tongue, besides she's my business." A man of fifty- seven years wearing a grey tuxedo, walked past the siblings without feeling his seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars wrist watch being removed.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

It was defeintely social media gossip becasue Christie is the one wit all the teasa nd soemtimes, it helps with their cases. “Alessandro Russo is actually a italian drug lord with a hot body that I’d die to sleep with. I mean everyone says it on social media all the time.” Christine chipped in and she earned a glare from Medea. She made a zip sign with her hands over her mouth and Medea turned back to continue with Chloe.

"That's not what I meant." "Then shut up and start working!" After that, Tyler ended the call. Meanwhile, Devon sighed while gazing at his phone. Tyler was getting more temperamental as of late. It was getting more difficult for Devon to do his job properly. He initially worked for Tyler's father, Conan Grover, when the latter was still alive. When Conan died, Devon and his legal team became Tyler's personal legal team. Had Devon not taken his respect for Conan into consideration, he'd have chosen to resign from his position and leave Grover Group with his team.

"He has an impeccable reputation. It's strange that I never heard about him." "You have his address?" "Right here." Damien gives him instructions. He expects them to be carried out as soon as possible. Gary knows the drill. He feels triumphant. At least one matter has been dealt with, he feels somewhat at peace. "One more thing, Gary. His name." "Devon Tyler," Gary says. "Born November the 16th, 1988 in God knows where. I don't even know if this is his real name. He's good at hiding, and keeping shit hidden."