Guy Glowing At Table Novels & Stories

The tables there had a generous space between them, along with an extended roof overhead. Bulbs in the shape of lilies sat on top of short black poles, their scattered lights providing a dim glow. It's at one of those tables that we occupied, cutting into our chosen meals. Copper played with her fork as she stared at me, elbow resting beside her plate. She licked some of the pasta's white sauce from the corner of her lips. “I don't think I understand you just yet,” she commented out of nowhere. I snorted. “There is nothing that you need to understand other than what I already told you.”

There’s no mention on the news of bodies with gunshot wounds or household staff that’s been dead for three days already. A server, a sexy young girl in short shorts, appears next to our table carrying a massive tray. She unloads the food and two pints, giving us appreciative looks as she strolls away, swaying her ass. Glenn leans back, watching her go. “Hey,” I admonish him. “You have a wife waiting for you.” “I am just looking,” he says and sits up straight. “What is it with you and your thing for humans?” I ask through our mind link. “I don’t get it.”

This place is way more different compared to those clubs I've been to before, the VIP room there is full of music and those blinding colorful dancing lights. Oh grandpop, you shouldn't turn off the lights. you're too old for lights off. But where is he? "Strip." My eyes immediately went to the man who spoke. I just noticed that there's someone on the table. He's leaning on it. He has this big figure, and from where I am, I can see his muscles that are visible with the help of the little light outside the open window... And I know that he's staring at me. A deep and fierce stare.

I filled my eyes with its beauty and a peculiar one above the fireplace caught my attention. “Oh! Lucas, here you’re and with your assistant as requested.” A man putting on a dark green casual top with black pants appeared from the staircase. He beamed with smiles as he approached me for a hug. “We should move to the dining room,” he requested. The dining table was filled with all delicacies of food. Enzo sat at the center with me beside him, and Emery opposite from me. The table was quiet for a while before Mr Enzo broke the silence.

It was made of gold, and all kinds of jewelry were inlaid on the table. Just this thing, if cut into a corner, it was estimated that there would be a large amount of heavy gold and countless pieces of jewelry embedded in it. As the two beams of candlelight lit up, a black shadow suddenly flashed on one side of the two-meter-long long table. Who else could this person be other than Ghost Master? Seeing Samuel, Ghost Master raised his hand slightly and applauded. "Welcome." Hong Luan also smiled. She smiled at Samuel and invited Samuel into the seat.

I jolted slightly. Was it because of me? "Concentrate on your food, Hansel." Rufus said. I looked at him. How could he and Theoden see everything that happened when their eyes remained down, reading on their tabs and eating slowly? The girl's eyes narrowed at me before looking away, stabbing her sushi. The young man opposite the girl had not said a word, and his face remained straight. I breathed out. This dining table felt more deadly than if mafia bosses were seated.

The entire back of the house had walls of glass, something that had marveled the Fuck out of me when I first got here. They were sitting in an open space that was decorated to look leisurely. I was the last one at the table but... There were two men at the table, one was older and the other one was young. I didn't recognize them and they were drinking me up lustfully, and grinning. I quickly looked at Gabriel, his face was the face of death. He was staring at me and I could almost hear him begging me to run even when his lips were not moving. I stopped walking.

--- Dinner arrived like a lit fuse. The long table glowed under soft lights, silverware gleaming, wine breathing in crystal glasses. Julian sat on her left, scrolling discreetly under the tablecloth. Jax sat directly across, looking unfairly composed in a crisp charcoal shirt, the top two buttons undone just enough to show the strong column of his throat. Every time their eyes met, Bella felt it like a hand sliding up her thigh. Which, as it turned out, wasn’t just her imagination.

Candles flickered softly, their glow mirrored by the gentle waves lapping at the shore. It would’ve been beautiful if it hadn’t been for the reason we were all here. Gojou stood at the head of the main table, raising his glass for a toast. The crowd fell silent at once—no need for him to clear his throat or demand attention. His presence alone commanded it.

I nod grabbing the tray of drinks and head up. The VIP section is dimly lit and I immediately notice three very large men sitting at the secluded table. I notice one of them staring at me as I walk their way, licking his lips like he wants to devour me. I have to control my disgust as I round up to the table. “Gentleman, here are your drinks.”