Mei X Devon Novels & Stories

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

I said loudly when Hailey hopped up on the bar stool next to me. "I'll take it you've met Devon," Hailey chuckled. "Yes, he can be a bit of a pig. But he can also be generous, and kind, and hilarious, and a pain in the ass, but I love him to pieces. I love both of them to pieces," she gushed. She leaned in as if telling me a secret. "You definitely picked the right one to date, though. Devin is the real deal, and Devon leaves behind a trail of broken hearts."

Devon Have you ever been in love? That heart racing, breath taking, butterflies in the stomach in love? No? We I have and it was taken away from me by a psychotic bitch. She ran my girlfriend over after she pushed me away, pregnant with her child. Yes, my girlfriend was an intersex woman.

Really is an extreme drink for straight people like Regi and Jenny. "Have a meal, Miss Jenny. We'll talk casually but surely." Gerand spontaneously rolled his lazy eyes. What Deny said was too ridiculous in his ears. "Oh yes, I will introduce myself first. My name is Deny Felixa. Owner of Felixa Corp in America. I plan to cooperate with this company. I am also Mr. Yosefa's younger cousin." Regi just stared embarrassed at the person who spoke, this was the second time he had heard this. Then it's still the same as before, that person's pretentious face is still visible.

she said with a smirk on her face. I looked at Mia who was also smirking. It seemed as if it was all planned but why would they even do that? Especially Seth. The last time we had a thing together was four years ago. Why did he even record it in the first place? How?! “Mom, what's going on?" I asked in a small voice, my face dropping. She smiled, "The sextape is our leverage on you, dear daughter. Now, you'll do everything I say if you don't want to be ruined!”.

"A source told me that your ex is going to attend the party." I was focused on reading another business proposal when Jovy's words caught my attention. I raised an eyebrow. "Come again?" He rolled his eyes. "Tss! When it comes to that guy..." he whispered. "Giovanni," I called him, irritation evident in my voice. "Okay, fine! Listen carefully, Miss Del Martin. Your ex-boyfriend, Red, is attending the party. So? Are you going to attend?" He stressed each word making sure I will understand everything he said.

“Very well then, Damon. Though I feel the need to say, special is what you make of it.” He smiles and Damon peers up at him. “On that note, my name is Edmund. Butler and Assistant to both the late and young masters of the Ares' household. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.” The man left as quickly as he appeared, leaving Damon alone with his book again as the rest of the day passed by without a hitch. Just his thoughts keeping him company as he awaited for tomorrow, his mind lingering on Edmund, Clay and the Ares’ house as a whole.

And so, she had to find him before anyone else. Devon is currently at the depth of the forest. Earlier, he sat quietly in the chair, his eyes scanning the area around him as he waited for Elena to return from the bathroom. The chatter and laughter of the party faded into the background as his gaze drifted toward the dark expanse of the forest behind the village chief’s house. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught his attention, and Devon’s eyes narrowed as he saw a shadow disappear into the depths of the forest. The figure had eyes that glowed a bright red, similar to his own.

The Expert started. “What is your name?” But he was not allowed to finish when Maru enquired. “I am Devon, Supreme Elder!” the Expert replied. He trembled in excitement. Did his hard work pay off again this time? Devon was quite pleased with himself. He was not young and knew that his journey in cultivation halted in his current realm. That was why he learned to master a new craft. It was the art of currying favor. And he was quite proud of himself for mastering this technique of sucking up to others.