Mei X Devon Novels & Stories

He muttered breathlessly, as if he wasn’t already piecing it together. It felt crazy at first. Athena was a family company; belonging to the Winthorpe family. Toussaint had the best view in Athena with no record of him checking in. He owned the suite. The Manager had addressed him with so much respect. Why? How? Toussaint Winthorpe. Last son of the Winthorpes. Sole inheritor of Athena and its subsidiary companies. “I own Athena, love.” The world seemed to stop for a moment as Jace realized everything. How had he not noticed all of this?

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

she said to herself and rose to see the moon deep into the night. Growing up in a family full of boys, Devon has to be the yes woman in the house together with her mother who can't seem to say no to his husband. Her life revolved around pleasing everyone especially her father who only eyed her as a human being that will strengthen the stronghold of the mafia group to the 16th district by marrying her off to Joffrey, her father's one devoted friend and the number enemy of Damon Druft, the cold and cunning leader of the Magista group.

I asked. He scoffed at my words. “You don’t. But are you ready to do whatever it takes to destroy Aurelia?” That was all I needed to hear. “What’s your name?” The man rose from the stool and stretched out his hand for a shake. “Call me Devon.” *** Present day. “Liora. Thank you for coming,” Devon said as he walked towards me. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn’t return to New Jersey after that day?” I asked.

“Hmm this BMW is really amazing. I have to tell her about this good news. He has to know about Nicko and we’ll work fine. Devon then pressed a button on his cell phone, calling a woman who would get a share of his wages this time. A woman who also has a grudge against the figure of Nicko.

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.

Erza and her elite team are being apprehended by Mortiz and Devon's team, and I fear a terrible outcome if the contention continues. "Devon, let go of me," I plead through my tears and yelp at the harsh way he grabs Mei by her hair amidst her scream of pain and tosses her against the edge of the pavement. "I won't let them have the baby. But they can have you instead" He speaks resolutely, instilling me with further terror, and I hit the nose of my shoe against something and trip forward. "She said to let go, Devon." My frisky fingers clutch against leather clothes and my body dependably presses against a firm body. An empty gasp parts my lips and I shudder from the iciness in that voice tha

NIKOLAI Some would argue I shouldn't be doing this at all. But I've always been the master of doing things you shouldn't. The worse the action, the more fun it is. This could fall into that category. But I don’t care. I stare at the grid of pictures displayed on my screen. I lean back slightly on the couch as I take in the first picture. Bright blue eyes on a smiling face framed by dark blonde hair stare back at me. Julian Cross.

Devon exclaimed, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “After several heartfelt hours of anticipation, a gathering of devoted staff members, dedicated employees, and cherished family and friends assembled for the poignant ceremony held in Devon’s inviting home. The living room was adorned with warm lighting and personal touches that reflected Devon’s vibrant personality, creating an atmosphere filled with love and remembrance. Laughter and whispers mingled, as everyone shared stories and memories, setting the stage for a meaningful celebration of life.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault 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,