Devil's Table Novels & Stories

Logan asked, looking around the cream colored plain canteen. Instantly our eyes went to the table at the far end of canteen. That table had been there since the past three years and no one dared to even walk anywhere near it. There were rumors that anyone who went near it would be attacked by some unseen force. Some even insisted that there was a demon lurking under the table and they had seen him. Purple in color with red horns and black lips. He had yellow eyes and only wore a green half-pant with no shirt, showing off his pot belly. But then devils aren't born they are created!

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

His words are louder and I see Marc tense, Daisy pushing her hand against D as he goes to jump up. Standing I turn and face him, his eyes now realising who I am. “Sorry Mr. Devil, I didn’t realise it was you. She can stay, but once you’re done, please pass her to another table. I will make sure the others know she is exclusive to his table until you’re bored of her.” “Excuse me?” I step forward feeling annoyed. “What did you call her?” Hell, even if she was a dancer, calling her a whore, is wrong.

one of them barked, slamming his glass on the table. Her body was trembling, but the command was absolute. "You'd do as you're told." The music throbbed again, deeper, crueler. As she moved, the room grew darker, fouler. One man leaned back, hand sliding beneath his belt, openly stroking himself, eyes locked on her body. Others bent women over tables, taking them roughly as though her dance was the spark that lit their frenzy. Arabella wanted to disappear, to vanish into nothing. But she couldn’t. She was trapped on display.

Possessed. I walked straight to the table and flipped it. Plates shattered. Wine exploded across the floor like blood. Men shouted, scrambling back. Devon didn’t move. Just watched me, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Out,” he said quietly. No one moved. One councilor found his voice. “Alpha, what is this? Why is the Omega here dressed like a—” Devon’s glare cut him dead. The man shut up. I smiled sweetly. “Embarrassed, Alpha? Afraid they’ll see what you really do with your toys?”

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

The devil was in the room. And his name was Cruz. The name still clung to her ribs like smoke. Cruz. It had been whispered in alleyways, hissed in corners, spat across Dante’s lips. But here — here it slid across the polished table in crystal tones, staining silk and silver alike. Valentina’s crimson smile stayed fixed, diamonds glinting at her ears. But her pulse hammered. Every laugh at the table felt sharp, every glance weighted, every sip of wine heavy with the taste of danger.

When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies. “Dante Moretti.” I muttered between closed teeth. “Salvatore.” I heard someone calling. My anger resurfaced, the time to the brim. I glanced to where the spectators usually sit and watch the fight and there he was, seated like a king between two guards. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the figure beside him. I was burning with fury when it fell on Fabien crouched to the floor like a dog, a chain hanging around his neck, extending down to his hands. He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival.

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

one of them said, voice shaky. Vito didn’t acknowledge them. He pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the dim, dusty space. Matteo was sitting at a folding table in the middle of the open floor, surrounded by five of his guys playing cards and drinking. The second Vito appeared without anyone behind him, Matteo’s face split into a wide, mocking grin. “Ho-ly shit,” Matteo laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Look who decided to show up. Fucking Vito himself, walking in here with no guards? You really got balls the size of watermelons, man. Or are you just that suicidal?”