Devoted Novel Novels & Stories

The twosome left their room looking like a newlywed couple, one simple and cute, the other cold and mysterious. Author’s note: hey y’all, it’s been a while. I would like to inform y’all that devoted to the billionaire widower is coming to an end, we are nearly at the climax. I remembered telling you guys that I would like to end this book in March or early April, from now on the plot will seem rushed so please forgive me, I have another exams coming and two books on the side. Mass release of chapters will begin soon but expect a few from me tomorrow. Thank you all for your understanding and keep showering this book with love.

”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.

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 )

Just quietly supporting her from a distance, expecting nothing in return. Three months of silence. He was hurt, that's all. Enough time's passed. Of course he still cares. Of course he still loves me. The more she turned it over, the more convinced she became. A self-satisfied smirk crept across her face, something close to contempt flickering underneath it. You act like you hate me, Grant. And here you are, still circling back to me like you always do. Twenty years of devotion doesn't just disappear because of one bad night.

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.

No need to do something we will regret at the end for sure. Oh, dear God, I might collapse in here. I already got trauma last time. Why did you let me bring back here with this devil man? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

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.”

I stood a second too long before walking past him, I felt him turn to watch me go. I didn’t turn back. I couldn’t bear to. I went back into his room, turned on the heater and let my freezing self melt under it. I didn’t bother removing his vest I was putting on since the heat burned the wetness. I went into his wardrobe like it belonged to me—searching till I found what I wanted. A denim short and an oversized hoodie that carried a large print DEVRIES on it. I stared at the name longer than I should have. In a short while I was inside it. My hair poured down across my chin.

"The Little Star That Found Home." Teresa took it, turning it over in her hands. The cover was new, there wasn't a crease or scratch at all. "I don't remember buying this." "You didn't." Emma grinned. "It was already in my room." Teresa looked up. Mrs. Lim's forehead creased. "I've never seen that book before." Emma reached for it again. "Open it." Teresa did. The first page held a short handwritten message in neat black ink.