Devil's Table Novels & Stories

Right at the center of the chamber, a ten-meter long oak table, specifically carved to withstand whatever banging and hitting the occupants around it usually gave it. Right at the head of it, the damsel leaned back in her seat with both legs crossed upon the oak piece of furniture. At some point, she almost pitied the table which constantly received fists from the angry, round, old men seated around it. Bored of the drama, she crossed her arms over her chest and turned to Nathan just by her right. Scottish curses flew from one side to the other, along with complementing saliva. Fingers pointed offensively, insults blared and bustled, so much Monica grabbed a few.

“Involves sand goblins, a giant owl, and your missing cufflinks.” He gave her a look. “You told him about my cufflinks?” She shrugged. “You left them in the dining room. Elias decided they were magical and incorporated them into the storyline.” Lucian exhaled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “I see I’m no longer the most feared man in the estate.” “You’re a minor villain now,” Elias explained. “You control storms but secretly want to be good.” Lucian chuckled. “Very flattering.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

The sun blares against the glass wall sending a dim ray into the cafeteria that sits on the side of the road. From the end of the road, one can see inside the building at the table just beside the wall and two people sitting on the same side of the table. The man wears a white top and brown trousers. He leans further, resting on the polished round table with a central stand as he converses with the lady. The lady smiles faintly, almost a blush but is quickly covered by a passive look. It might be perceived that she wears a black Mascara to appeal threatening or the appearing of her heeled black boot with a stuck in shaped black trouser gives the command of someone dangerous.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Chapter Twelve- Under The Table Sins Part six Just acknowledging that his hand was wedged between my bare thighs and the other three people at the table had not the slightest idea what was taking place under the table, was exciting /////////////////////////////////////////////////// I left my room, made a dart for the kitchen, sauntered down the empty halls with his starter secured in my hands and made it to the dinning room. I took a deep breath preparatory to stepping inside the room currently sheltering the Devil and the first pair of eyes to welcome me were my mothers. The table was an unnecessary twenty sitter, unnecessary seeing as we rarely, and I mean rarely host any guests and dine

"The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn. ############## Coincidentally, a man stood under the setting sun, his hands covered in human blood, and his clothes were dripping blood. His pitch black hair fell on his face, and his eyes stared at the lifeless body lying in the

‘But…what are Mirror Devils? When she saw the confused looks on Darryl and the others’ faces, she bit her lips and continued, “Mirror Devils are unusual. They’re really evil and like to transform into stone steles. The surface of the stone steles will be as smooth as a mirror. Once someone approaches and looks into the mirror, the Mirror Devil will transform into that person. So, your sister and friend were ambushed by these Mirror Devils.” Quincy and the others looked at Darryl, feeling ashamed of themselves.

I finished the stairs and then saw the devil sitting at the table so calmly as he owns this place. I remembered the way he slaughtered a man and what he did to the doctor. I felt retched after remembering that incident and just in a gust of wind the devil was beside me holding me tightly, "What's wrong? Are you ok?" He asked, his eyes were filled with concern but I immediately pushed him away.