Nier Devola Novels & Stories

I said firmly, “you need to calm down.” He ignored me, muttering something under his breath. Nia leaned over, nudging him. “I hope you’ve got therapy on speed dial because that spiral you’re on is… impressive.” He gaped at her. “You—” “Don’t even start,” she said, smirking. “Just accept the fact that she loves Dad and move on.”

he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Gianna leaned closer, a soft smirk playing on her lips. "I'm glad you asked." She took another drag. "I want twenty percent of the deal Baba is signing you off to." Vito groaned. "Two." Gianna sat back, laughing. "Hell no. Fifteen." "Five." "Ten." "Seven." Gianna studied him for a long moment, then stubbed out her cigarette. "Deal." She stood up and walked around the desk, extending her hand.

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.

I thundered, refusing to fool myself. " Well if the same lady could make Torak Donovan become weak, I won't really be surprised if she also made the devil repent." " What lady?" " See for yourself,my dear friend, for you are screwed." I jerked the brown envelope from his hand and hurriedly emptied its contents on the floor. There were about six pictures but even though there were many people in the pictures and she was dressed like a guy, I could still make out her face," Lola Neville."

a shrill voice belonging to the woman echoed, before long a teenage girl came hugging Javier without permission. "Hi, Deev!" said Javier, replying to the embrace of the teenage girl she called Deev. The teenage girl let go of her embrace then looked at Javier from top to bottom, "You're getting taller and I love you more! It's great to see you here!" said Deev then hugged Javier again. Deev or Deevara is Leno's first daughter, she is quite far from Javier, But the teenage girl claimed to have been in love with Javier since she was 5 years old.

Deviana entered with firm steps, her breath uneven from holding back emotion. “Adrian, we need to talk.” Her voice trembled, yet it carried a sharp edge. Devandra looked up, startled. “Deviana… what are you doing? You can’t just walk in—” “Don’t change the subject,” Deviana cut him off. She placed her phone on the desk and pressed play. Devandra lowered his gaze to the screen. His eyes widened gradually as he watched Leviana talking to the waiter. But when the footage ended, he only stood in silence, his expression unreadable.

Not with Devia. Not with anyone.

"Fine. I get your point. Still, it's kind of risky. You don't know what relationship The Apex Order has with the Doomers, so you have to be careful.” “The Apex Order?” Boma was confused. “Donovan’s cult is called The Apex Order.” “Oh.” “You did not know?” “It’s not important to me. I did not bother to find out.” “I understand your disinterest.” Said Hilda. “Still, as I was saying, seeing another P. O’s girl might not be worth it if you don’t know what relationship Donovan’s cult has with the girl’s P. O’s cult. I say send Donovan a text. Beg him or something. Do it now and see what he says. After all, he has not really threatened to punish you over this. He only said you will have to leave t

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.