Devil's Table Novels & Stories

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

Not thinking that. Jonathan finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Jonathan snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

The devil was at the head of the table, laughing so hard his eyes crinkled, looking so content and happy like he didn’t ruin and tear families apart. He probably doesn’t even remember every family he’s ruined but I had this urge to make sure he remembered me, to also see the same fear he roused in me, in his eyes, to have him beg for his life. My thoughts have never gotten this dark but for the first time, they did and I had my fingers wrapped tightly around a fork behind me as I calculated the distance between me and him at the table. I didn’t know if I was really going to do something that stupid and impulsive but he stood before I could do anything and I slowly let go of the fork.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

My hands slammed down onto the table, the thunderous crack splitting the obsidian, lines were seen on the table. My wine spilled like blood across the surface. The hall froze. My voice—no, its voice—rolled out low and terrible. “Enough of your games.” The flames overhead flared brighter for a heartbeat. Gasps rippled the chamber. Vaeril recoiled, emerald eyes narrowing. The demon leaned my body forward, a cruel smile twisting my mouth. “Do you think wolves will buy peace like cattle in your markets? Do you mistake our agreement to settle our disputes here for weakness? If it is war you crave—say it plainly. And you shall have it."

Karina complained, pouting a bit. "We're fine here, aren't we?" I said, taking a sip of my juice. "Coralee, that table was right next to the team's table. How did we not see that before?" Alessa replied. I shrugged; I honestly didn't care about going to the dance alone; it would be fun. I think. Suddenly, Alessa's eyes widened as she looked towards the entrance, her mouth opening in surprise. "What's going on?" Karina and I asked simultaneously, also noticing her reaction.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

I got her word and made her a renowned model while I would f**k her and stay aware from any kind of rumors. However, her hands suddenly halted and she put the cup back onto the table. "By the way, you were saying some names last night." My eyes snapped open, "What? What name?" I was caught off guard. Delilah shrugged her shoulders carelessly, "I don't remember it exactly. You did not give me a chance to take in my surroundings." 'What the f**k.' I pulled my bottom lip in between my lips. 'Whose name was it? Ana? No, no. That can't be.'

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.