Hearts Around The Table Series In Order Novels & Stories

The table separations were always done according to four categories: Position, Age, Sex, and emergency level during the situation. As tonight was a more relaxed night, the table seating was designated by sex. “Sure!” Betsy yelled over the chatter that filled the room. A hand tapped her shoulder, as Annabelle made her way through the pieces of furniture that blocked her way to the kitchen, and she startled. “Oh, hey! Ben, anything that I can help you with?” The boys' cheeks turned rosy, and Annabelle feared that this was yet another confession. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! Thank you so so much for reading! You have no idea how happy I am, simply to be able to post stories, I mean whaaat?! Mindblowing!

Rey asked while crossing his arms. “I'll call it, Flames of Heart.” Excitement filled her heart when she picked up her phone to call Butter. “Hey, Butter!” Waverly beamed. A smile is stretched on her face. Butter chuckled. “You already finish with the potion?” Waverly nodded her head as if Butter is in front of her. “Yep! Can we meet? You agreed on being my tester.” she said in a singing voice. “I know, but—” Butter sighed, “I'm sorry, A. I'm out of the country, I'm in Spain now.”

"This game is called 'Make My Heart Race'." There are two chairs with a small round table in the middle. Each side had a paper and in front of the set up is a TV screen showing white background that is divided into two. What caught my attention was the long table where there are pies. And I'm guessing it's for punishment. The other table is a set of delicious meals and desserts which I'm guessing is the reward.

Thankfully Terry and Robert had been both sitting at the table. "What happened?" Terry stood up from his seat. "There were claws... the alpha... anyone is attacking Troy! They acquired up to the window and have been digging into his hands... there was once blood..." I sniffled, feeling a huge wave of ache hit me at the thought of Troy being hurt. "Robert remain with her, I'll go assist the alpha. Mind hyperlink the warriors to come to the pack house" Terry ordered earlier than racing out of the room.

They moved in perfect synchronicity, their hands joined in the formal clasp of allied packs. As they processed through the center of the hall, Ethan and Alexandra passed directly by Lydia's table. Alexandra's eyes briefly met Lydia's—a flash of cold assessment followed by dismissal. Ethan kept his gaze focused straight ahead, not acknowledging Lydia at all. The sight was so perfectly executed that Lydia felt a physical ache, even knowing it was part of their necessary charade. They took their seats at the head table, positioned slightly above the rest of the room. Only then did the Chairwoman speak again.

The championship was tomorrow. Nobody said it anymore, they didn't have to. The realization followed them everywhere anyway. It sat at every table, walked through every hallway, and somehow managed to squeeze itself into every conversation. Even dinner felt different. The team occupied almost half the dining table, but for once, nobody was loud. Nobody was throwing food, nobody was arguing, and nobody was trying to fight over who scored the best goal. The tension was obvious. Lukas sat down with his tray and immediately narrowed his eyes because something was very wrong. Deeply wrong.

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

"Your usual table?" Alex just nodded. Her smile widened as she turned and started walking, swaying her hips more than necessary, an inch to the left and her hip could touch Antarctica. I scowled at her back, mentally puking at her desperation to get Alex. "Right here." She stopped at the table in the far end of the restaurant, right next to the window. Alex smiled at him, it looked like a polite formal smile but judging by the returning grin from the waitress, one was to think Alex agreed to spend the whole night with her.

Chapter 11 – Lisa's POV** The table suddenly felt too small. Too intimate. Clara was chatting away with Nickolas, their conversation flowing with ease, while Vincent remained quiet, his fingers drumming lightly on the table surface as he watched me. I pretended not to notice. I stirred my drink even though there was nothing left to stir. My heart was pounding in my chest, loud enough that I wondered if everyone could hear it. Every time I laughed a little too much at Nickolas’s witty remark, I could feel Vincent’s gaze burn hotter — possessive, questioning, silent.

He was watching me as I cleaned the counter for the fifth time, arranged the staples and packed the dirty cups to the back. I hated how much my own heart betrayed me. My skin felt warm under his gaze. And somehow, he had made this a thing… this unspoken ritual where he walked in, ordered coffee he didn't really care about, bore holes into me with his stares and waited for me to come to him. And the worst part? I always did. GEORGE Cassie was trying to pretend she wasn't unaffected by presence. She was failing badly at it. I noticed how her shoulders turned a little too stiff, her hands moving far too quickly as she wiped down the counter for the fifth time.