Hearts Around The Table Series In Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

We slip into the main hall where many people are gathered, and he slides into the seat at the head of the table. I don’t know what I expect, but as I settle into the role, I realize being a server at his table isn’t so bad. It gives me a front-row view of the main event. I stand behind Brynne’s seat at the long, polished table with a wine tray in hand. My ears are attuned to everyone’s needs, while my heart pounds like a drum in my chest. Everywhere I look, there are screens and reels. Old portraits of past Lunas, video displays: ribbons of light showing their coronations, their speeches, and vows.

Elaborate candelabras were positioned on the sideboard and the lights were dimmed to cast an intimate glow over the table. Gabe and his father occupied the two ends of the table with Mrs. Hamilton on her husband’s left and Mia to the left of Gabe. Bethany had been positioned across the table from Mia and Gabe and Jace were on either side of her, with Ash next to Mia and across the table from Jace.

Adam’s lessons ran on repeat in my head: shoulders back, chin high, never let them see you fold in on yourself. Clara guided me to the tables reserved by the Lachlan Foundation. Two tables. The one on the left was packed with white-haired donors and Nan at the center, commanding the group like royalty. The one on the right was family—Agnes and Maxwell, Luca, Aaron, and Julian. I aimed for Granny table. Clara smoothly blocked me and steered me into the empty chair beside Julian. Perfect. She sat on my other side, boxing me in. Three empty seats remained at the table, one of which had to be Marcus’s.

Nigel looks very comfortable with her and it makes my heart tremble because I haven’t seen Nigel comfortable with any woman besides myself. He leads her towards the table with his mom and Carrito. Carrito jumps up, rushing towards the girl and hugging her so tightly, I begin to worry for the girl but she doesn’t look offended by the tight hug. She just looks like they’re a tight knit circle that’s used to being in each others presence. Bridget isn’t known for being all sunshine but the genuine smile she gives the girl surprises me. I wait with bated breath for Nigel to turn and look at me, reassure me that the girl is just a girl and that I’m just being paranoid but he doesn’t. He doesn’t ev

Alex touched my palm and urged me to eat on. The dining table is exquisite. The walls are covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above, the centre of the table is decorated in a Celtic design woven in gold and green fabric itself. And on the table, there are toast bread, omelettes, watermelons and grapes, tea, and waffles. "So, what are your hobbies, Tife?" "I love writing, and making friends." I grinned. "Yours?" I threw a berry in my mouth.

Sunny's POV Minutes after the incident in the storage room, mom and dad finally arrived home. I can't help but smile while watching my dad carefully assisting mom on the way to the Dinning area. We all gathered there to eat the food we prepared for dinner. Dad was sitting on the right part of the table where mom was located beside him. I was sitting beside mom and Parker was beside me. Tanner and Simon took the other side. "Seems like we have some visitors today. Make yourselves comfortable here." My dad uttered which caused me to be shocked.

“This is the perfect way to start again in a new way, Sara. Everything that we were and everything we can become. We have the past and the beginning as some good friends.” “I know that.” She said as she looked at him as they began to order. “A shared past like ours can prepare us for a lot when it comes to everything. The one thing I hope you can do is to learn to trust me.” Garret said as he took the number for their order, and they went to the tables that were outside. She sat down and laughed as she saw their names carved into one of them. “I haven’t been here since the last time we came,” Sara said as she looked at it. He had pulled out his phone and took a picture of it.

The girls all nodded. After a little silent prayer we all went out and to my surprise I saw Paris standing next to the security guy. I furrowed my brows at her, "should I wave?" She laughed and actually came closer to me and whispered, "actually just win... and Sunday night will repeat itself... but with much more this time around." My throat went dry until Nicky patted my back, "if you look like this... Sunday must have been something else.." "The fuck? Stop eavesdropping dude.."

The audiance laughed. "okay... Question number one.. On a scale of 1 to 10.. How much do you guys love each other.. Please don't look at each other." I gave this a thought and immediately wrote an 11... "okay show your cards at the same time." We turned them around and they both said 11. I laughed. "Woow... Is this like an inside joke that we don't know about?" Phamela asked and I looked at Olivia, "no she's just an idiot that I happen to love 11 times more than 10."

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.