How The Tables Have Turned Novels & Stories

It fits his personality perfectly if you asked me. Alpha Keeram got out and flung his hand in the air signaling one of his Omega's to bring me. with an overwhelming fear I realized that once I am in there I am done for. I kicked and struggled but when I opened my eyes to look at the man grabbing me, i saw sympathy and care in his eyes, making me surrender. As if I'm possessed I get out from the vehicle, he handled me gently as if he didn't mean me any harm. To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue.

“Tell me young one, who turned you?” Caitlin had no idea what he was talking about. She didn’t even know what his question meant. Once again this night, she found herself wondering what the best answer was to give. She hesitated, feeling that whatever she said would have a great impact not just on her safety, but on Caleb’s, too. She wanted to give the right answer for him, but she just didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was never turned. I don’t even know what that means.”

Well, I must have been wrong, they were not playing, actually, I wouldn't know how to describe this. Their attention turns to me and they freeze, looking at me with eyes widened. I am here to surprise but the table has turned, I am the one who has been surprised instead. I have caught them in the act! What will be his explanation? Wait, am I dreaming again?

Laura’s exquisite hairstyle had been messed up with her fingers, her lipstick smeared, and some residue was left on her face. She looked really ugly. I watched the live feed from the numerous cameras at the banquet and felt extremely satisfied. William, at some point, had come over and stood beside me. "You're quite clever, but next time, don't hurt yourself to achieve your goals. You can always ask for my help." I nodded without rejecting him. However, after what happened at school, I realized that I was my own strongest armor and weapon. Others couldn't be relied upon. The scene was chaotic, and reporters were forced to turn off their cameras.

Ryan's eyes were icy as he spat out, "You're just a cripple, sullying Jasmine's sight. You have the nerve to make her apologize?! If you're angry or resentful, take it out on me!" Dizziness washed over me, and I tumbled down the stairs. Blood gushed from my legs, and my tears hit the floor with a big splash. With each word, my voice cracked with anguish, "Why... Why... I was the one who saved you all, we share the same blood..." Everything went blurry. As I lay there, drained, darkness took me. "Ms. Smith? Ms. Smith?" My eyes snapped open to a room that was all elegance and pristine, the blanket was soft but tinged with the sterile smell of disinfectant.

Now, I was no longer that ugly duckling. I walked to the full-length mirror on the wall and stared back at the lady looking at me. She had no trace of fat, no glasses on, and obviously wasn't one who could easily be bullied again. I ran a pale hand through my straightened hair. Ashton might be playing a game, trying to wriggle his way into my life, but I was no longer that girl from seven years ago. That girl was buried long ago. This was Kara Reed, not Sophia Johnson anymore.

... Lauren appeared, raising an eyebrow. "Uncle Tom? Trying to cozy up to my dad?" She studied my face and yelped, "Or are you planning to seduce him with that pretty face?" I stared at her, noting her striking resemblance to Tom, and said calmly, "When your heart's corrupt, everything looks dirty." A sharp slap landed heavily on my face. I turned my head instinctively, my cheek burning. Lauren shook her hand and raised her chin. "Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? A nobody manager! I could crush you with one finger. If you want to keep your job, apologize to me now."

My fingers curled at my sides. The pressure evaporated. Like a switch turned off. Like it had never been there at all. But it had. My heart pounded against my ribs. Was that me? Did I do that? The thought echoed through me louder than my command. My skin buzzed as if some small storm had just passed beneath it, left electricity in my bones. I stepped to the head of the table, the only one still standing. The only one untouched by whatever that was. My plate sat waiting. Pristine. Unwelcome.

"Everything she's taken from me at this table tonight, and the deed to her downtown condo." Shawn's breath came in ragged gasps. His eyes burned red. It was the look of a man consumed by absolute greed.

She collapsed onto the floor, her hair disheveled, wailing loudly without the slightest concern for how she looked. “I did it all for this family! Was it wrong for me to try to save money? Are you trying to drive me to my death?” I walked over to her and slowly crouched down. “Mom, do you know why I dared to flip the table today?” I said softly. She lifted her head in confusion, her tear-filled eyes staring at me. From the pocket of my pants, I slowly pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room, I carefully unfolded it.