Devil's Tea Table Novels & Stories

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

He said softly. The music finally ended and Mia walked away from him, curtsying and exiting the room. She breathed in the night air, trying to calm her heart. 'Damn you, you bloody cursed man!' she cussed the Grand Duke, or rather The Devil. "I know I'm cursed." The devil spaidand Mia jumped, looking around, her hand on her chest. Radna couldn't help but look at her hand, just above her cleavage. Mia had a much larger bust than Lily. In fact, he couldn't even remember Lily very well...

"Recommend that his name is Jeremy, he is an OB employee. We will make an egg and meat martabak. Then there is rice and bread here, right? Ah yes, there are still meat supplies, right!?" "Gosh, you're so excited, Miss Jenny," Jeremy said, chuckling softly. What they saw at that time was a demon-possessed jenny. It was so fast that he was looking for a supply of meat until the table creaked his head. "We have to quickly find out, aish..., why is this a table so not understanding!?" "Ha ha ha." Regi's laughter was heard which immediately made Jeremy join in. It is true, why does that person even act funny and angry at inanimate objects.

He didn't loose control. He was Lucas Storm! His hand shot out, sweeping the crystal decanter from the table, shattering it against the wall. The amber liquid bled down the stone like spilled blood, but it did nothing to cool the inferno building in his chest. “Pathetic,” he muttered, echoing her words. His voice was quiet. Too quiet. He wanted to see how long she’d last. How long before she stopped lying to herself. And he’d be waiting.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

They whole froze, it was like the whole hall was under a freezing spell from the Harry porter movie or something. The people on his table who I assume are his friends all had shocked looks on there faces like how dare this commoner come into our dining hall and even walk up to us. “Hi Delvin… I wanted to give you this.” I stuttered with a unsure smile pasted on my face. I sought his face for approval of any kind, just something to convincer that I did the right thing by coming here, something to make me feel like he is happy to see me. “I already told you to stay away from my boyfriend and now I’m going to teach you a lesson!” One of the girls on there said. I know I know her from somewhere

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.

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.

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?”