Nier Devola Novels & Stories

Seraphina asked, and Devon just smiled at her before he answered. "Donovan Industry," he said simply, and Seraphina's eyes widened as she couldn’t help but think. 'Isn’t Donovan Industry the most popular company in the world?' she thought, while Devon just laughed at her because she was so innocent. "You're right," he replied, and Seraphina was truly shocked by what he said; her hunch was correct. She couldn’t help but cover her mouth in surprise. "It’s alright, it’s not your fault that you didn’t know," Devon clarified, not realizing he was being so soft around her.

She slowly moved towards Neil rubbed his shoulder and spoke as softly as she could, "Dad, I'm good. He didn't do anything bad except 'KIDNAPPING ME by pressing the sensitive point of veins on my neck and I simply fainted" Nishma deliberately said, and NEIL aka The DEVIL's deep hazel eyes darkened. .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

She was really a good con artist. She told him before that her last name was Devon, Bae Devon and she was a club goer went club dancer to loosen her financial tightness. He didn't even know that everything about Bae Devon is fake, like she wasn't really a regular performer in the club, and she was never a daughter of a police officer in Boulder.

She chuckled and said, "So your team had a 'DI' and a 'DO'. I bet the cheerleaders loved that." "Did they ever," Devon laughed. "He was a running back and I was the quarterback, so one or both of us was involved in almost every offensive play. The 'DI/dO' combo as we were called made a good match. We help our high school win the state championship four years in a row. Dev went on to play for Army. He was killed in Afghanistan six months after graduating from West Point."

Devan did not respond immediately. Leaning back in his chair, he continued to study Valeria with a judgmental gaze before finally speaking in a firm tone. "Good. Because I will never divorce Alexa, no matter what happens," Devan stated, making his unquestionable claim over the woman sitting beside him. Alexa, seated between them, could only smile faintly. She felt both amused and touched to see Valeria—who was usually calm and outspoken—looking so flustered and completely at a loss under Devan's intimidating presence.

Joined a new gang. Then word came—Vasili was out. Old. Bitter. But alive. He called me back. “You owe me,” he said. “Clear his entire bloodline as he did mine.” And I did. Ivan Durov was the last job I took for him. The final debt I chose to pay. I studied the Durovs for weeks. Their patterns. Their routines. Their movements. I wanted to spare his son, Elias. He wasn’t supposed to be home that day.

She looked at her with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "Hello," she said softly. "What's your name?" She said as she sat next to her. The maid hesitated, then replied, "Adina." They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them visible. Finally, she asked, "why did they run off?” The maid paused and smiled “You're the first woman Dante has brought to his home.” “Can you tell me about that man… Dante?" Now she was even more curious as to who he was and why he had brought her here. — “who is he? Does he have a wife? A family?”

She was the very first to be acquainted to Wendy Tores so she played along, "By any chance, do you know anyone related to Wenda around here? Friends or relatives?" "Well yeah, of course. I believe her grand daughter, Maggie, used to live in a vicinal compound around here. But as far as I can remember… they live far north from here. This is Southville, they used to reside in Northville." The old lady said. Luna got more and more confused. Is it why the people in this village don't know the Toreses? Because she was in the wrong place all along? To whom must she believe between the two old ladies? Lola Dorothy or her? She realized that maybe the reason why G****e map couldn't locate the exact a

“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.

Rhett shrugs, taking a sip of his whiskey. "What are you suggesting?" Abree asks. "We attack the Americans then once they're on thin ice we go for the Bratva and of course I will not forget our doll here and her mission to get revenge on behalf of her mother." he pauses raising his glass in the air. "May she rest in peace." "Do you think this will work?" Dante questions. "It's a long shot but I'm on board." Abree speaks out her mind. Abree unfolded her arms brushing her strand of curly hair behind her ear, she turned to face her brother who was deep in thought besides me.