Guy Glowing At Table Novels & Stories

watched with bright, excited faces, money and watches piled on the table like this was some game show. Halfway to his table, I froze, finally having a good look at the person beside him. It was Vera giggling sweetly at him.

“I mean… look at you, Barbie — your skin is practically glowing, and you have that look in your eyes that only happens after a very long, very busy night. So… what’s the real story?” I opened my mouth to scramble for another lie, but the words died in my throat. A man walked up to our table, moving with a confident, dangerous grace. He reached up and slid his dark sunglasses off, revealing a face that was strikingly handsome but edged with danger. He had piercings in both his eyebrows and his bottom lip, and he was dressed in a crisp black button-down and tailored charcoal trousers. Without asking for permission, he grabbed a chair from a neighboring table and wedged it into the small gap be

The noise shifts: less screaming; more clinking silverware, polite laughter, and the low hum of a busy lunch crowd. The lighting is softer here, golden, and the air doesn’t taste like scorched oil and tension. The hot plates on my arm burn slightly. I make it to the table and, with a smile, out the dishes. On to the next table, orders, drinks. And then I see him. My breath of fresh air. Caleb Strowman. Seated in his usual booth by the sunlit window, right leg crossed over the left, one hand nursing a lowball glass of water like it’s something stronger.

asked him. Joshua has his hands t above the table, veiled with a thick table fabric. The light is dimmed, enough for a comfortable, cozy, relaxing atmosphere of this fancy restaurant they are in. White plates and organized utensils beside, clear glass to sip from poured little by a deep violet wine. All are relaxed, composed and clear but not him.

Jordan's face, illuminated by the ambient lighting, took on a more bewitching appearance. His lips were tinted with a hint of crimson. He glanced towards a table not far away, then seized Serena's wrist. "Let's have a gamble." Serena glanced at the people around the table, and one man caught her attention. He sat casually, his clothes disheveled to reveal well-defined muscles, and a scar adorned his left chest. He lit a custom match and effortlessly produced a smoke ring with a nonchalant expression. Being pushed to sit across from him, Serena took note that the person previously occupying that seat quickly vacated it.

Eleonor arrives at the main dining room, where a table for twenty people is in the center. The lighting is warm, which makes the atmosphere even more seductive. There is a candlestick that burns slowly in the middle of the table. This adds romanticism to the man who sits at the head of the table. Giovanni is wearing a tight black shirt on his arms, his hair is straightened back, and there is no hair out of place. His face is serious as ever, but a smile breaks his solemn posture when he sees her.

I looked down at my empty plate and tried to act like I didn’t notice. “Nova,” May said under her breath and leaned closer “They’re looking at us” She said “I know,” I whispered back still staring at my plate One of the guys from their table stood up. He had messy blond hair and a denim jacket and he walked straight toward us with a flirtatious smile on his face. “Hey,” he said with a small smile. “You guys should join us,” he nodded toward their table. May smiled right away. “That sounds fun,” she said before looking at me.

I look at the picture and I look like I ate a lemon because my eyes are close and my face is scrunched up into a smile. "I look silly!" I giggle I thank Sir Hulk then Greyson guide me inside this building that never in my life I can enter if not for the man beside me. "Mr. Rosen-Hower welcome. Your table is ready." Greyson did not even say anything so I thank the girl who talked. We pass through a tunnel and at the end of the tunnel I saw God. Just kidding. There's a big room with a table in the middle with flowers and candles. On the far side there's a long table with silver domes.

In the middle was a large table, laid with exotic food all around it. About ten chairs were surrounding the table. Two of which were occupied by two people already. There was a big chandelier above the table that was glowing brightly. A young guy who was occupying one of the seats was the first to look up at Dolly and Olive. His jaw dropped when he saw Olive. “Who is this juicy looking mango?” he drawled with dreamy eyes. Olive almost halted her walking. The second person at the table,a woman, was backing her. “Take your eyes off her, Shem. She's Wayne's Mate,” Dolly said and the young guy's eyes bulged.

Despite the high temperature outside, the only source of light came from the soft glow of dozens of candles that were set up all around the table in the center, creating silhouettes on the luxurious leather carpets that covered the ground and the wall. I heard Mr. Asterbelle's voice speaking quietly with someone through the phone about some urgent matter, which I have no business about. I rested on the couch with the empty seat next to me. In the center aisle of the table, I saw the glass of wine that he had prepared for himself. I doubt that he was expecting me to arrive today.