Devil's Table Novels & Stories

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Turning to the surrounding guards, “ leave us” Without hesitation, they melted into the shadows. As the iron door slammed shut behind them, I stepped into the flickering torchlight and looked into my most wanted enemy’s horror filled eyes. “You are a devil” he spat at me, but I wasn’t angered, instead I slowly stood, going to the nearby tables that held a lot of my shiny sweet little babies, that speaks better than mouth. I picked a sizable sharp dagger, enjoying how cool to touch the touch. “I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave”

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

After completing the call with Luca, I contacted the council. I did so for one reason: to draw blood without firing a single bullet. The long marble table stretches before me. At its head my father once sat; now the position belongs to me. The men surrounding the table, captains, lieutenants, and advisers watch me with careful eyes. Some are loyal, some are opportunists, and some are snakes who wear smiles.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

They had a flashlight in each hand as they were not so familiar of the trail during night time. It was already past eleven in the evening when they got nearer to the big stone. The top of the table was 40 feet across, which sat on a rock that was like a narrow pedestal. A few feet from it was a chair, which was a smaller shape of the table. It was called “The Devil’s Chair.” Elise seemed to see that the big stone formation was glowing with colors of white and red. Then she closed her eyes tightly. She saw some images in her mind’s eye again. The desert, the pretty boyish features of a man with cosmetics, a crown of red and white…

The woman slipped her hand under the table and the next was pretty obvious. [Mmrff...hmm...haa....ahh~] - Devi Her soft voices resonated in his head as Zoravec reflexively moved under the table. He did not bother to worry about his mother at that moment because he wanted to do that. Devi chuckled as he crept under the table to reach her, the woman's naked charm spell worn out. He could see the panties underneath the skirt and sneakily slowly crept closer to her. Devi stared at him while Zoravec slid the panty over her vagina to the side exposing the heaven in front of him.