Novel & Cerita The Devil's Chair

They had a flashlight in each hand as they were not so familiar of the trail during night time. It was already past eleven in the evening when they got nearer to the big stone. The top of the table was 40 feet across, which sat on a rock that was like a narrow pedestal. A few feet from it was a chair, which was a smaller shape of the table. It was called “The Devil’s Chair.” Elise seemed to see that the big stone formation was glowing with colors of white and red. Then she closed her eyes tightly. She saw some images in her mind’s eye again. The desert, the pretty boyish features of a man with cosmetics, a crown of red and white…

Drew greeted, whilst taking a sip of jasmine tea. A cough with the body of a rattle snake resounded throughout the room loud and clear, and the other boy turned still into silence, just as Clay placed his cup on the tray. Not taking a single sip. "Before we get even further off track…Chairman, this is for you, from my father."

The underground gambling den smelled of cigar smoke and old money, humming with the sound of shuffled cards, clinking chips, and muffled curses. Viviana descended the concrete steps without hesitation, heels clicking against the cold floor. She was dressed in sleek black leather pants that hugged her curves like a second skin, paired with a crimson satin blouse tucked in just right, its buttons teasingly open near her collarbone. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, green eyes sharp, confident, and hungry.

The seven peaks of the mountain stood tall in the past, but the bottom of the mountain seemed to have sunk a fair bit, causing the peaks to mesh into one another. However, he had a nagging feeling that something was off. He could even detect a strange fluctuation of aura in this place. It seemed to have originated from the depths of the buried cliff. He slowly incorporated the entire mountain with his Divine Sense. He didn't know how long he spent reaching far beneath the mountain, but in the darkness, he noticed a tall, gigantic silhouette of a Devil. The Devil was eight feet tall, with messy hair that cascaded down his shoulders and closed eyes. Countless seals formed out of mystic arts sw

, Chase shamelessly boasted and Nishma laughed heartily. "We are imperfect but yet perfect for each other. I'm Demon. You are a Devil. I'm a king. You are my Queen. We will rule in Hell and make others dance to our tunes", Chase said and pulled her more into his chest as she continued to laugh wholeheartedly That was it he wanted. At last, he made her laugh. She agreed and was trapped in his Hell with him forever. "Wait a minute Author. You are getting old. How could you forget about my sweet Father-in-law? Aka Neil Khanna, aka The Possessive Devil?", Chase asked the author who facepalmed herself -'This second-generation Obsessive Demon'-

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

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.

She pointed at the chair next to the woman who smiled at me, and I didn't waste any time and started walking with heavy steps, afraid that she might shout at me again. When I arrived at the spot, I was confused and worried since there were two chairs that's available. "Umm-" "You can just sit next to me, the other chair is Kara's, the silly girl that got detention earlier." The nice looking girl uttered with a soft voice, and I did what she said and sat beside her. "So new student, are you really nineteen? If so, why are you short? Why do you look like a big baby? Why are you--"