Devon X Tyler 소설 & 이야기

"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."

Tyler bit his lip, shamelessly checking me out. Dean's hold on my hand tightened. Tyler's eyes moved to Dean, "Dean Ryan, the one and only." "Do I know you?" Dean asked, a little bit too sternly. Tyler placed a hand on his chest, "Grace didn't tell you about me?" Dean looked down at me. I stayed silent. "Allow me to introduce myself, since your lovely girlfriend didn't," he smirked. "I am Tyler Jordan, the ex-boyfriend." Realization flooded Dean's eyes, obviously remembering when I mentioned Tyler to him before as the second guy I dated.

Serena was the least I was expecting and because of that, I’ve lost my voice at this table. “Hi...I’m von...Devon” I said trying to comport myself as the heat was farting too much. Tyler who understood what was transpiring on the table with me, placed his hand on my back soothing it reassuringly to calm me down while he introduced himself. “Tyler...my name. I mean I’m my name is Tyler” he introduced himself trying to sound formal.

Devon told him. The smile on his face is the biggest and stupidest I have ever seen. I hear someone cough, but I hear a distinct “whipped” in the cough. Devon whips his head around and glares at Tyler. Tyler just smirks at Devon, and I am sure he is going to kick Tyler's ass later. “There she is,” Renee says.

Tyler came in with a case of beer and a kiss for Ashley. James appeared next and I stepped into the hallway with a smile. He looked like exactly what I needed to get over my controlling, yet cheating ex-boyfriend. Then two more guys came in, both new to me. It made me start wondering exactly who my doctor prescribed for me. Tyler introduced them as Devon and Rick. Devon looked like the bad boy that my mom would hate, complete with the tattoos and jet black hair. Rick looked more like a guy I could see myself dating. I narrowed my choices down to James and Devon. The original plan had them just sticking around for a few drinks before heading downtown to one of the bars.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

--- The engagement was announced at another gala, a glittering hall full of wolves pretending to be allies. I stood on stage beside Lucian, my hand in his, though my body screamed to pull away. My gown shimmered, my father smiled, and Richard Devlin announced the union like it was the most natural thing in the world. “The Devlins and Austins, bound not only by business but by blood. My son, Lucian, and Beverley Austin, soon to be wed.” Applause thundered, shallow and hollow. Whispers spread like wildfire. “Poor girl.”

“Playing dead’s exhausting, I just hope doom called me here to put an end to all this." "Count yourself lucky." Kelvin muttered. "All you had to do was lay low and keep your mouth shut. Me? I am a fucking walking corpse, all because I dated Sally." Frank chuckled. "You are saying you are working for Doom now? I thought it was a one time thing." "Working for him?" Kelvin scoffed. "Try surviving him. He made me break up with Sally the minute he found out we were dating. I didn’t care, I mean I was already screwing Pamela behind her back."

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.