The Empty Pot By Demi Novels & Stories

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.

Even the smallest piece of fabric seemed to cling uncomfortably to my skin. Unable to resist the pull of what I was witnessing, I continued watching for a long time, my strength gradually draining away until I could no longer support myself. I slid to the floor, overcome. The heat of my breath filled the room, thickening the air with a charged energy I couldn't ignore. To be honest, I never expected my new tenant, Antonio Gomez, to be this captivating. The young woman he was with couldn't seem to keep up with him, but for someone like me—more experienced and mature—it only made me wish I could be in her place.

“I think I must gather everything. I wish Valor would have been more reliable.” Evanora sighed and looked at those empty pots stacked near the edge of the room. The pots were partially occupied. She approached them slowly and used her magic to lift off the lids covering them all at once. Her eyes traveled at the pots and the fairy dust started shining from all the pots. Evanora snapped her fingers and there appeared a huge bowl with a wide mouth. She made the bowl rest over an elevated pillar. The now went inside the pillar and became a part of it.

The black clay jar vibrated, and Evil Moon reacted a little and roared in shock and anger. Ding Hao walked over to pick up the jar and observed it carefully. He wanted to reach into the jar and pull out the Demon King but found that it was empty. There was nothing in it at all. It was just an ordinary jar. He touched every corner of the jar, but he did not find Evil Moon. He turned over the ceramic tube and shook it. It was still impossible to pour out the Demon King. "What a magical jar." Ding Hao observed the patterns on it and couldn't figure it out.

It is like her stomach is inside the pot so we can only see her head, shoulders and chest that are covered by a white cloth with a gold clip. “This is…” “Greetings to you who called me here, it is a pleasure to meet the chosen Grand Queen of Evetora. Tell me what you seek or what you desire to know? Know that I can only retort the future not the past.” The beautiful goddess in the pot said making me step towards her and look at her before taking a deep breath.

She has a company to lead. I drink my coffee from a blue ceramic mug with a chip on the rim. I bought it myself at the grocery store. I do my own dishes now. I scrub the grime from the sink and watch the water swirl down the drain. For a year, I watched Amara disappear into the heavy walls of my house. I was the eraser. I rubbed out the vibrant colors of her spirit because I was afraid of the noise she might make. Now, I am the one standing in the empty space. The silence of this apartment is not a vacuum. It is a pause. It is a space where the truth can finally breathe.

I followed her back into her unit in silence. While the ravioli cooked, I started tossing the expired food out of her fridge. The living room was a mess, so I grabbed the vacuum and gave the place a proper cleaning. Demi sat at the dining table, watching me work while she picked at the ravioli. By the time I finished mopping the floors, she was done eating. I put the cleaning supplies away and took off the apron. Just as I was about to head out, Demi dropped a bombshell. "Toby, you should divorce your wife. Leave her, and I'll marry you."

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming

After a few seconds of stunned silence, he turned sharply on his heel and walked away, his broad shoulders tense. Calla watched him go, a small victorious smile on her lips. She turned back to the stew and stirred it again. The satisfaction lasted only a minute. When she turned to look for a bottle of wine on the shelf, the pot was suddenly empty. The stew was gone. She blinked. The pot was completely clean, as if it had never been used. No vegetables. No meat. No broth. Just an empty pot sitting on the stove. Her mouth fell open. “What…?”

After a few seconds, I replied: [Your parents must be happy. Wayne's status showed he was typing, but no new message came through. I didn't wait around. Instead, I opened my email to check for any work-related stuff. It was my habit to handle emails daily, but with most tasks delegated, my inbox was empty. Seeing the "Inbox Zero" message left me feeling oddly empty. Demi walked over then, holding her phone in front of me. "Keira, have you seen this show? I'm obsessed. The chemistry between the leads is fire."