Devon X Tyler Novels & Stories

Furthermore, he was still a mystery to him, but what he didn't know was that he was the Devil himself. "I Just told you he is my daughter's boyfriend and fiancé. They would be getting married in a few months time. And as you can see, they are obviously in love. There is nothing I can about it." "Of course you can. We have been friends for over thirty years. This would be a great opportunity to bring our families together. We can go back to being the way we used to be, plus it would be good for business too." Tyler tugged the conner of his lips and raised his glass in approval.

I looked at him intently who is my reason for happiness and misery. The man I wanted whole my life also he was my bully. Yet tonight he was on my feet seeking forgiveness which I already did the day he confessed his endless love. We both victim of trust issues. Sometimes love is tested in a different way. My eyes turned moist and my one had dipped between his thick black locks. My fingers caressed his head when he lifted his helpless gaze at me. The same man who mostly intimidate me yet his face now looks like a small boy yearning for attention. Aslan Wali. The business tycoon. No... My Aslan. The same needy and powerless small boy when I saw him for the first time. He is broken but mine to

Bree stepped over and embraced her. "It's nice to see you, girl. How's Tennessee State?" Bree asked. "Ugh. Let's just say… D is for diploma." She took another drink of her beer. "Oh, Bree. This is my boyfriend--Devon Stahl. Devon, this is Bree. I know she's beautiful but hands off!" "Please, babe. You know I only have eyes for you." Devon, who had to be at least six foot five, unfolded himself from the couch and wrapped his arms around Bree. "How's it goin'?"

I heard my dad call from somewhere behind the scene, and then the video switched. "And now, let's here it for Dakota Coleman and her partner Tyler Anderson" an announcer spoke as me and Ty walked out onto the stage. I was 12 here and Ty was 14, I was dressed in a red ruffle-y shirt and black leggings with tennis hoes, and he was wearing red baggy pants and a black t-shirt with tennis hoes. The music came on and m and Ty started dancing, we were in perfect sync. After the song finished, the audience clapped loudly, we took a bow and then ran off stage.

I asked knowing full well what that day meant to me. "Correct question; where were you? " he seized the holograph that he'd cast from his palm. "You were never meant to exist Tyre. 11 years ago, Christy doesn't accept your proposal on valentines day and you never had Annabelle 3 years later. " I coated my face with my hands. "It can't be. "

Every step was filled with fear; coming out in public would take some longer processes of observation to avoid intruders or spies; I wasn't doing this for myself alone but for the tiny life growing inside of me. One evening, as I rummaged through an abandoned cabin for supplies, I heard voices. My heart stopped. “Did you hear what Damien's planning?”. The name alone was enough to make me freeze. “What would he be planning?” I whispered to myself, hiding myself to eavesdrop on more information. The memory of Damien's rejection kept flashing in my mind, my Alpha, my mate. The man who rejected me and threw me out like I was nothing. “No,” Another voice replied. “But whatever could be his plan,

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

He said in a dark voice and I shrank under his gaze but still, I nodded my head firmly. “Marry me then,” The devil said and I felt stunned. Marriage as a punishment? I blinked, confused, staring at his face but he looked damn serious about it. My throat was dry and with utter difficulty, I was able to say only one word. “Okay,” The devil’s eyes lit up when I said it and before I could think or do something he consumed my mouth, F**k, I wasn’t really up for it but I couldn’t push him either. He sucked my lips until it got numb and then very gently slid his tongue inside, I was disgusted by myself because I had been very dirty but the way he was devouring my mouth, it didn’t show any hint of d

My walls spasmed, milking Tyler, who cursed under his breath. 'Shit, she's squeezing me... gonna cum again.' He did, flooding me with another hot spurt, pulling out to let the excess drip onto Devon's waiting tongue. They swapped like pros, no hesitation. Devon stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock... rock-hard and veined, pointing straight at me. 'My turn to wreck that pussy.'

He is overwhelmed by the sudden, unexplainable emotions brought on by the realization. The inauguration has begun, but Bienley is no longer paying attention to what is taking place on stage. He is so deep in his thoughts. Who is Devon? Is he the known fierce gang leader or the lover he had spent making love with these past days? Although until now, he had been intrigued as to why they had not gone all the way. Devon is unexpectedly prudent than he had expected. Despite their rocky first meeting, the time he spent with him allowed him to get to know the real him.