Nier Devola Novels & Stories

Val introduced winking at Nichole who glared at her. “Hi, it's nice to meet you, Nichole, Val has been talking non-stop about you," Deven stated. “Good things I hope?" she pressed her lips together. “Of course," Deven added. “Since you've heard much about me, tell me about yourself, Deven." Nichole sipped her coffee. “Okay, I am Deven Richardson of---" “DR Electronics, the biggest electronics company in Italy, how could I miss that?" Nichole fangirled.

Still, a few fragments remained on obscure blogs. --- Her phone rang suddenly. Deviana jumped, nearly dropping the laptop. She answered cautiously. “Hello?” “Deviana?” It was Nadia’s voice. “Yes, why?” “Are you home? You sound tense.” “I… I’m searching for something. About the man I met last night.” There was silence on the other end. “Are you sure it’s safe to talk about this over the phone?” Deviana glanced at the closed curtains. The room was quiet, but goosebumps prickled her skin. “Maybe not. But I have to talk. I think he might be a former journalist—someone silenced by Devandra.”

Gray asked. "Deva's men are too busy counting ashes to call them”. Damon replied while trying to light a cigarette. He sat on the edge of the metal table, spinning the gold lighter between his fingers. He grinned, sharp and cold. “Took us twenty minutes. Twenty. Pour the gas, light the match, walk out. Fifty million in product gone up like a birthday cake.” I didn’t smile. “Fifty million? Deva doesn’t care about money. He cares about respect. And we just pissed all over his business”

It's been a year since she was moved on, I'm glad for her. "Devonce!" I immediately turned around when I heard Dad call my name, I put the picture frame back in its place and walked towards to him. I smiled when I saw him with the old man. I felt awkward, this was the first time Dad introduced me to his employees. "This is Devi, my daughter," Dad smilingly introduced the old man "Devonce, this is Mr. Vergara. Partneredship with our restaurant," My eyebrows slightly raised when I heard that. I thought he was an employee! I just thought. I don't know about that but it looks like Dad thought it was good

Vida complemented. "That's why I brought you here, enjoy." They smiled. " Thanks Andrea." She said. Katie paused as her eyes widened at the same time. "Guys!!, Am freaking out, look at this, the dude who caused commotion earlier today is the CEO of the Devon conglomerate! oh my gosh, he is Ben Devon!!!" Kat was yelling as ran out of breath. "So he is this rich, the wealthiest in country A, you got to be kidding me," vida snatched the phone from her to verify.

“MOM, Dad! I didn’t know you were coming home.” Devance was surprised to see his parents drinking tea on the roof deck. Bilhana was busy catering to their needs. He just got back from jogging in the nearby temple, and his parents didn’t inform him that they were back in Nepal. One week went by since Triana and Lara left the house. Devance was busy with his workout and gardening to pass the time. He loved plants and anything about nature. It was a good form of meditation for him.

"All right, you can go back to your room. Deanna said you haven't been sleeping well, right? Get some sleep because you'll need a lot of energy tonight." “Sure, Dad.” Devon now got up from the iron chair and walked away from the backyard. The man would not be able to go back to sleep because in a few hours, he would be proposing to Raline. “Why am I so nervous?”

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

“Got anything for me?” “Yeah. Damian Newfinland Rosenheim, his name sounds like it came from Norse mythology. Unfortunately, I got nothing. When I couldn’t find anything about him in the Osmium database, I contacted my friends from other intelligence agencies, including the Agency, and a friend of mine from Capria. He almost doesn’t exist. Moses said he could be the James Bond counterpart of Serevia.” “You’re right.” I sighed deeply. “He’s been Tara’s protective detail since she was young, but he knows a lot about me.”

They played in a loop, a sinister lullaby. She didn’t have time to dwell. A black car waited near the runway, idling like it knew her name. The driver—silent, built like a boxer, face unreadable—opened the door without a word. Inside the car was a leather folder. Her name etched on the cover in silver ink. She opened it cautiously. OPERATION: VELVET DAGGER Target: Viktor Novák. Czech arms financier. Connected to Serrano’s European network. Allegedly supplies weapons to breakaway factions in Eastern Europe and West Africa.