Devoted Novel Novels & Stories

read the titles of the notebooks below the one she read, and they were all in ancient names. Since everything was written in a language she couldn't fully understand and highly confident that the brittle and delicate papers might crumble upon her every handling, she decided to skip them. She checked the bottles next. Luna grabbed a long-neck glass bottle and opened it. It smelled like roses despite the brown and murky color. She wondered what it was for. She closed the bottle again and returned it. The bottles were filled with different liquids. Wooden ones contained thick liquids, while the glass bottles contained discolored waters. All of which she was clueless of what they were for. She

“I will do anything to keep you by my side, “the cute loyal dog affirmed. “You must never feel entitled to my attention when I am busy, “Storm said. “ I understand, “his dog replied. “I hate sharing so you must remain devoted to me and me alone, flirting with others means you have broken your devotion, “Storm said. “I will forever be devoted to you.” Bash smiled. “If I introduce you to my business partners, you must be quiet and make zero connections with them, some of them are vultures looking for ways to destroy my happiness, “Storm explained seriously. “Okay.” Storm, “your education is a priority so your grades must never drop as long as you are with me. “

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

"Oh, Councilman Reed, you flatter me! Ashton is simply… devoted." *Devoted.* The lie hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Devotion felt like Novah’s tentative smile in the library stacks, the way her eyes widened when she grasped a difficult concept, the scent of vanilla and old paper that clung to her hair. Devotion was the memory of her body pressed against his in the cottage, the fragile hope in her voice when she whispered his name. Not this grotesque pantomime.

Once he cummed, I stood up straight, he turned me around and kissed me, then we finished off washing our bodies and got out of the shower. (To keep update on my novels follow me on I*******m amberjasminenovel )

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

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I slam my door shut and finally release a breath. I read through Isabella’s file again, going through her weak points, her strengths and everything possible to know about her. I have read through it a million times but every time I still find myself going back to it like it's muscle memory. I sip my drink, reading Leonardo’s file too, trying to understand what letters he was talking about but nothing aside from the fact that he is a sexual predator making me bite back my anger.

Lucien slowly raised his cane. Pointing… Not at Daniel. Not at Elena. Not at Noah. Not at Grace. Not at Lily. He pointed directly at Damien. The world stopped. “No…” Damien said quietly. Lucien smiled. “Oh yes.” “You were never just the Devil…” “You were Sophia’s greatest secret.”

“You can’t live off your book royalties if you are not promoting and writing. That income will wither away.” I shrugged my shoulder, completely uninterested about such trivial things when the most important person in my life was gone forever, buried six feet underground. “Whatever you say.” “Does that mean you’ll take it?” she asked hopefully. “I guess,” I muttered. I would say anything to get her out of my hair, and when she is gone, I’d tell the company whatever position she found me just wasn’t for me. “Ok,” she replied cheerfully. “I’m having your apartment professionally cleaned right now, then we’ll unpack and get you all settled.”