Code Geass Table Scene Novels & Stories

At the company's celebration dinner, the new HR guy slapped a bill on the table—$860 for A/C and venue costs from our last all-nighter. I shot a look at Sherry—my girlfriend, my boss—thinking she'd have my back. Nope. She latched onto HR's arm and said, "Quentin, this isn't your daddy's company. Quit freeloading." And just like that, nine years of busting my ass for this company, and turns out—I was the discount item on the menu.

When I was trapped by large columns of fire alongside Reya, my firefighter husband appeared and chose to only rescue her. I got on my knees inside the sea of fire and begged him to save me, too. He jabbed a merciless kick at me. “You are evil through and through, Amaranth. Are you not going to give Reya a chance to live at least? I will never forgive you for starting this fire to kill her!” At this point, his forgiveness no longer mattered. After he rescued his former lover from the scene, I was burned to a crisp alongside the baby inside me.

When my eyes were gouged out, my mother was shopping with my cousin. When I was forced to drink a bottle of acid and died in agony, she snapped impatiently, “Kara, can’t you be as well-behaved as Wendy? If you’re just going to run away, then don’t bother calling me!” However, when she saw the crime scene, she rushed outside and threw up. As a criminal psychologist specially hired by the River City police, how could she feel sick at the sight of her own daughter’s body?

Billionaire Julian Thorne built an impenetrable empire to protect his genius wife, Maya. But when a ruthless tech-syndicate led by Maya's own father breaches their fortress, Maya makes the ultimate sacrifice to save their newborn son: she surrenders herself, and her memories are brutally wiped clean. Julian tears the ocean apart to bring her home, only to rescue a terrified stranger who views him as a monster. Now, the Ice King must fight to win back the heart of the only woman he’s ever loved. But the memory wipe was a trap. Her father left a deadly sleeper code buried deep in Maya's mind, turning her into a lethal weapon. Locked inside their own high-tech penthouse, Julian faces his most agonizing battle yet: surviving the woman he would burn the world down to protect.

“Save the girl,” Maya whispered through trembling fear, “and I’ll give you myself even if it destroys me.” ##### Maya has spent her life unwanted too human for wolves, too wolf for humans until one reckless act of bravery changes her fate forever. When ruthless Alpha Zion annihilates her corrupt pack, Maya offers herself in exchange for an innocent girl’s life. Zion is a dangerous incarnate: dominant, merciless, and bound by his own dark code of honor. What begins as captivity becomes obsession, as Zion discovers Maya’s quiet strength and unbreakable compassion threaten everything he believes about power and control. In a world ruled by blood and dominance, desire becomes destiny and survival demands sacrifice. This is not a love story meant to be gentle. It is meant to be unforgettable.

Three days before my wedding with Luca D'Angelo, I accidentally stumble upon him having an affair with my best friend, Delila Rusconi. Delila can be seen sitting on Luca's lap in his office. She caresses his chin in a seductive manner. "Delila, I told you before that Katerina must never find out about our affair!" Luca pinches Delila's fingers together, his voice carrying a strong hint of warning. Delila just giggles before kissing his hand. She replies flippantly, "I know, I know. You have no choice but to marry her in order to gain control over the coastal port trades. I completely understand." I inhale sharply before fleeing the scene in panic. Tears brim in my eyes instantly. I can't believe that Luca, the man who's loved and doted on me for three whole years, has chosen to marry me solely just to make more profits despite the fact that we only get to know each other because of a marriage alliance. The future plans I have in store for us, as well as my rose-tinted fantasies about romance, are completely shattered because of the scene I've just witnessed. Tears continue to stream down my cheeks as I call my dad on the phone. "Papa, I'll heed your order and give up on the marriage alliance with the D'Angelos. I'll return to Chitchily in three days and carry out my responsibilities as a family member."

Few days to the term closure, something spread throughout the school like wildfire. The Janitor's body had been found behind the seniors' classroom. That Friday evening when a junior found the Janitor's body, Jason Joe, the only different kid in Baronville highschool, had been around the crime scene before other students arrived. Everyone has a suspect. They know the suspect is watching even though they think it's not Jason Joe. It can never be Jason Joe. Jason Joe would never kill his guardian — the janitor. What if it was somebody else? What if it was some faceless being?

Citra and Daven are brought together in a scene on the emergency stairs. Unfortunately, Daven likes Citra because, he met Citra several years ago. Citra has fragile psychology due to trauma, she is confused in her heart whether she should be with Daven or not, or she should stay with her old love. Citra and Daven's relationship is bizarre. It is what plays with Daven's heart. Judging from Daven's proposal to Citra many times, and was rejected many times as well. Will Citra and Daven be together or not? Or one of them has to give in to make excuses to get together or not at all.

Accused of infidelity and betrayal, Anna gives up on trying to prove her innocence to her mate and decides to end everything, but could she? Will Alpha Ramsey let her slip through his fingers regardless he despises her the most? Since they saw her as a weak human, what would happen when her long-dead mother shows up to put Alpha Ramsey in his place? When the table turns and secrets are exposed, what would be Anna's fate towards her mate and her family?

That night, I got off work early and brought home some late-night snacks. When I opened the door, I saw a pair of high heels carelessly tossed in the entryway and Gregory’s blazer thrown over the couch. His heavy breathing and the woman’s moans could be heard through the gap between the door and its frame. I was all too familiar with this sight. This time, I did not storm out like I used to. Instead, I sat quietly at the dining table and finished my cold pizza.