Devil's Table Novels & Stories

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,

CHAPTER L: Mammon’s True Human Form Glade walked towards the devil lavishly eating on his table. It was enjoying its meal while watching us being appalled by Deborah’s sudden collapse. The disgusting smirk on his face didn’t fade away ever since it showed to us. We were all surprised when Glade strongly thumped the table with his bare hands. His action caused the eating utensils to make a sheer ringing noise in the surrounding. Some foods were spilled on the table cloth. But that didn’t piss off the demon nor stun him.

Bang! Dev slammed the table making her two subordinates jolted in surprise. She crumpled the paper on the desk as she glared at the two demons in front of her. She calmed herself for a bit and exhaled. She then pointed towards the window as the sky outside started to brew some purplish red patches indicating a “soul bonding” spell. Has his Majesty lost his mind?! He bound his soul to a mere human like her! Dev gritted her teeth as the crumpled paper tore apart in her grip.

“When you’re done with Ezra, you suck Devrim’s cock.” I swallowed, trying to fight the heat filling my veins. Obsidian had a way with words, unlike Ezra. He was issuing a challenge he didn’t think I would accept, I could see it in his eyes. Giving him a smirk of my own, I gathered the skirt of my dress in my hands and scooted my chair backwards as silently as I could. I’m definitely going to hell for this. “What…?” Devrim’s words died down when I slipped underneath the table. The tablecloth was long enough to hide me from view of everybody else in the room who just happened to glance in our direction.

As we continue to walk, my eyes roam around to see if there had been phones recording us or taking pictures of us. Thankfully, everybody is busy dancing and getting drunk. But as I continue to look around, my smile instantly fades because the expected appearance of the devil finally happens. He's occupying a table just near ours, and he's surrounded by ladies that are trying to hard to take his attention. But the heavens and I know that he's only looking at me. Eyes locked and fixed on every movement I make.

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

The dagger was deep inside his stomach and blood was gathering around the wound and running down like a fountain, he pulled out the blade that was struck into the side of his stomach and dropped it on the table without flinching. " Who among you sent this animal to kill me?" His voice was laced with venom his men came inside the room and dropped a dead man on the floor blood immediately gathered around his dead body. He watched in horror as the injury refuse to close, he began to panic when he realized that he had been stabbed with a poisonous dagger. " Who sent him?" He asked staggering, he grabbed the table for support clutching it tightly iron table bended immediately. " Not me sire," the

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV