Devil's Tea Table Novels & Stories

I walked further in, I could only see a leather chair facing each other and a black wooden table, food covered on top, a bottle of red wine with two glasses. And the devil sat on one of the chairs. I close the door and slowly and nervously walk towards him, his legs were spread, his blue orbs set on me and I started to feel weak in front of him. I unintentionally bit on my fingernail. His eyes follows my movement. "G-good evening sir" I stutter. He kept looking at me for a while. "Sit" he ordered and I sat down. He hums, I noticed by the side of the table was two documents. I didn't want to, I just want to know what he wants before I leave.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

, I smirked. " You", he started. "Guys! Is this something to brag about? You both are Crazy", Drake looked amused!! "Shut up!", Me and the devil said unison. Drake laughed hard!!! What Drake???? "Drake why are you here?", I questioned. "He is too joining us in this one", the devil answered for him. "WHAT? And why the hell you are letting me know now", I glared at Noah. " It slipped my mind", he rolled his eyes at my question.

So we could imagine that this place was filled with people always so close and so far apart. Without making Nevaeh to wait too much, Lizzy had reached there already. While she was approaching near Nevaeh, we could see her spark glow a little brighter, her face more relaxed and a smidge more joy in her eyes. When she reached near that table she looked into the decoration which Nevaeh had done for her and got astonished. The table was filled with rose petals and in between them there were lighted candles too with small jars. By chuckling at the astonishment in her mom's face Nevaeh stood up and wished, "world's most lovely 5 "o clock tea just for you my mom."

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Sometimes, a man had to face some challenges and obstacles for him to be able to get back on track. Mr. Devon came in at that moment, and my smile broadened. “You are here just in time,” I said. As Mr. Devon took his seat, I went over to my shelf and grabbed my bottle of brandy. Then I poured small quantities into two glass cups for the both of us. I gave one of the glasses to Mr. Devon and raised the other one up. “Cheers to getting rid of roaches and leeches,” I said. Mr. Devon raised his cup too and said, “Forever.”

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

Public Rivalry The engagement contract lay on the mahogany table like a venomous snake, its pages still warm from Elena’s trembling fingers. Valentina’s elegant script mocked her from the final note: Some contracts never truly end. Ask your wife what her father really traded for his debts. The truth is coming, darling.

Dev moved to the table where he usually sat in the cave bar, “It would be fine if I was drunken rather dreaming sinful intimacy with those exotic eyes.” It was almost the same time when tears emerged from the eyes of Akshara that rolled down like pearls on her cheeks while Dev poured his empty glass with his favourite wine in the Frozen Crescent, the red wine.