Devil's Tea Table Novels & Stories

Chapter 34 Devil's Fury The door creaked open with an agonizing slowness, the sound sharp and chilling in the tense atmosphere. Veronica’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she entered, her eyes widening in shock. Before her stood the infamous Dominique Blackwood, every inch the devil his reputation promised. But what left her frozen wasn’t his imposing figure, it was what she saw beneath him. Aurora lay on the floor, half naked, her lips trembling, her eyes wide with fear as Dominique towered over her, his cold, emotionless face mere inches from hers.

”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.

“Fuck the tux, Liv.” “I really want to give you what you want, but I don’t…” “Fine.” Cass slipped her fingers free, sucked the juice off them, then tugged her jacket off and laid it on the empty seat across from them. Then she went to her knees, pushed Olivia’s legs wide, shoved the panty aside, and latched onto her clit with her mouth.

"It's funny how quick you are to blame me.... but not the one who ruined the moment for you." Aria blinked. "What are you talking about?" "What do you think? Don't you think you could've saved him still, if his ex-lover hadn't showed up, and stolen the show?" "Is this some kind of game twist? I'm not doing this with you anymore. You should leave." "Think about it." The devil said smoothly, circling her slowly. "Why did she take a piece of you to perform a ritual, when she could've sought other ways?"

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.

He slammed his glass down on the table, the sound sharp enough to make the maids in the hallway jump, “You have no idea what you’re talking about!” “Oh, I think I do.” I said quietly, almost sweetly, “Because men like you only make one kind of deal with devils like Grant, when you’re already halfway in hell."

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.

On his side of the table, the one with the back of the chair towards the glass wall between the garden and the area where donations were made, he placed a teapot and a teacup trio, and a plate containing cold sliced meat, cheese, and sliced fruit. On her side of the table, he placed five separate teacups and beside each an insulated metal flask. Each flask was numbered. “What is this?” She asked, smiling in amused confusion as she looked from them to him. “The vampiric version of a degustation meal. One partnered with a small game,” he took his seat. “Ladies first,” he gestured to the array of flasks.

I thanked her for the help and she promised to come back daily to assist me with getting ready for the day. Azazel returned to escort me to the dining room. I followed behind him quietly. “Don't be so nervous, he can smell it. You will be fine.” he assured me. We reached the dining room and I could see the glow of candle light. The room was huge with a massive rectangle table. The table had about twenty chairs and was covered in every kind of food I could imagine. Azazel led me to a seat at one end of the table and placed a napkin on my lap. He straightened and looked toward the room entrance, I looked up to see Lucifer entering the room and taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. I

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.