Nier Devola Novels & Stories

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

She immediately stepped back as his icy hand touched her cheek. “Please let me go. Please... I beg you. I promise you I will pay the debt,” she pleaded as I continued to step back. He smiled devilishly and walked towards her. He hugged her waist when her back was against the wall. He gripped her arms as she tried to get out of his embrace. He put his thigh between her thighs and pressed it against her pussy. She held her breath in fear as he did that. His eyes sparkle devilishly as they examine her half-exposed breasts. He was eager to taste and enjoy them.

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.

Even so, Devina likes her job. Devina sighed for a moment, she closed her laptop in the study and answered Amanda, "Okay, wait ten minutes for me to arrive at your cafe." Amanda smiled and thanked him, Amanda's cafe with Dewina's office is quite close, she deliberately built a cafe near Dewina's office so that she could often meet her best friend. Devina came in a formal dress, blue shirt, and gray knee-length skirt, she looked like a secretary. Amanda is always amazed by Dewina's fashion, which is always modern and up to date. Devina is indeed very beautiful, she is also a great independent woman, even though she is still single, Dewina has never questioned her status, she is even proud to

“Here are the files you asked for, Sir Lev.” Lev grins at Devika, his company’s ever reliable and capable acting president. “Come on, pres, I know you want to ask me about it.” For the past two days, he’s been asking for Devika’s help to get him the information that he needed and, of course, all of it has something to do with actor and model France Nam. Aside from the first conversation they had about the actor, Devika hasn’t really asked him about anything that he’s been up to.

", the new owner gave an offer to her. "Huh? What work? I'm a working woman, Mr.", Aashmaan's voice was hard and cold. "KHANNA", The new owner said and Aashmaan stared at him. "Sorry?", Aashmaan whispered lowly because his eyes did spell on her. "Mr. Khanna! My name is Mr. KHANNA", Neil Khanna aka Devil replied as he smirked at her trembling hands. The devil stood in front of his Angel who was hurt, sad, and dazed right now.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

“I can’t go faster without drawing attention.” She was barely breathing. Mia’s head lolled to one side, her lips parted, skin waxen and growing colder by the second. Her shirt was soaked through, sticky and dark beneath the pressure pad Daniel had improvised from a torn sleeve. “You call your guy?” Daniel asked, voice tight with panic. “I’m calling now,” Axel said, fumbling with the dash console. He hit the number he never thought he’d need again—Dr. Navin, the discreet doctor who handled messes like these.

“Revania! We need to talk right now!” The door to Revania’s apartment slammed open as Devia stormed in without waiting for permission. Her breath was ragged, her eyes blazing with fury mixed with exhaustion. Revania, who had been calmly sipping tea on the sofa, feigned shock. She immediately stood, wearing an innocent expression. “Devia? Why would you barge in like this? What have I done to you this time?” Devia clenched her fists. “Stop pretending, Reva! I’ve had enough of your pathetic little dramas. You keep dragging my name through the mud in front of Argan and his family. I came here to warn you—end this game before it’s too late.”