Devon X Tyler Novels & Stories

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

I immediately let go of the towel, exposing my body as my hand traveled to my neck to hitch off the strong fingers that were wrapped around my neck. “Asher!" I gagged, opening my eyes to look at his devilish face. His green eyes shone with calculating intent. “Asher?” He whispered, his voice heavy with possessiveness as a stubble of laughter escaped his esophagus. “What are you- doing?” I choked, my voice coming out as a whisper. “Do I look like Asher Amber to you?" His teeth grinded as his grip tightened, not giving me space to speak. “I'm Luca. Luca DeLuca." His American accent twitched to Italian.

Who knew that a simple title could be so off-putting? “I am Tyler and that is Noel.” “Nice to meet you Tyler.” I say with a gentle tilt of my head. Noel, on the other hand, shuffled eye-rolls like a deck of cards before clamouring into the vehicle. "Enough with the tea party manners, let's go," he barked upon slamming the door. Tyler coughs apologetically to break the ice.

He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word, his peace of mind In the world full of Dark, the only source of light An innocent filled eyes captured the stormy waves Ho baby tell me wouldn't be his fault if he let go of her, his only cause, his only soul See the craze of fate wouldn't you laugh The boy who never believed would get it one Was he lucky enough, Ho no I call it Destiny Where Devil find His Angel walk a path of Aisle, taking vow to be forever, forever, forever one Ho no that's not the end, Ho ho that's not the end H

a familiar voice rang out. Davin and Ivana looked up to see Tyler smiling at them, he looked so handsome with his neatly styled haircut and casual wear of just white T-shirt and jeans trouser. Davin stood up and gave Tyler a big hug, he could not remember the last time he had hugged his brother, " thank you Tyler" he said, choking a sob. Tyler chuckle giving him a light pat on his back, " is my brother crying on my shoulder?" Davin pushed him away, "get lost"

Deal", said Mete in a stronger pleasant voice. "But why?", asked Noah with doubt by lifting his eyebrows. "My child, Nevaeh is your dad's trial robot. l need to make another powerful one. So l need to do some experiments with her and from that result l wanted to make an advanced one. l think my little genius get my idea", said Mete lovingly by caressing on Noah's hair. Noah nodded his head like as he understood all the things what was his father just told.

"Who says it's my Gaby?" "It's your house bro, you know the rules, your house your headache." Devon kicked back in his seat and put his feet up. He didn't have a dog in this particular race and took great pleasure in rubbing our noses in it. He'd taken up where Ty the sap had left off. "I can't wait 'til it's your turn Dev, then we'll see." Lo grinned and popped a few peanuts in his mouth.

“Then what are you saying? How would the Twins meet their ends?" Nathan's expression remained resolute, his blond hair perfectly messy. “By a monster more powerful and fearsome than them," he replied, his voice dripping with conviction. I raised an eyebrow, my refined nose wrinkling slightly in skepticism. “And what sort of monster is this? That is more powerful than the Twin demons?" I asked, my voice laced with doubt. Nathan's emerald eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement, his angular face set in a fierce expression. “The first of his kind and original hybrid, Death and the Devil himself... Eric Damian," he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

Everyone at the university knows Jarrah Vance as the untouchable captain of the hockey team. Rich, ruthless, and brutally cold, he commands the ice and controls the campus with an iron fist. Nobody dares cross him, and nobody knows the dark realities behind the locked doors of his seaside estate. Until Marlo Cleary stumbles into his sanctuary and finds a velvet box hidden beneath the floorboards. Inside lies a decade’s worth of unmailed letters all written about her. Every letter details moments she believed were completely private: the night her home burned, the shadow that protected her in an alleyway, and the exact moment he swore she would belong to him. When she confronts him, expecti