How The Tables Have Turned Novels & Stories

“Then this should be nothing for you.” “Exactly.” She took another sip, clearly pleased with herself. “Nothing at all.” A few minutes later, however, the difference became obvious. Ava blinked more slowly than before, and when she set her glass down, she missed the center of the table by an inch. She frowned at it as though the table had personally offended her. Lucian tilted his head. “Problem?” “The table moved.”she said “Did it?” Lucian asked. “Yes,” she said with complete seriousness. “It was closer earlier.”

And all I can say was that he loved every fucking bit of it. From down there I watched how his eyes rolled back and how he'd tilt his head back and close his eyes. The tables had turned and it was my turn. And I was going to give him the exact pleasure torture he had given to me. Even now I still felt my cunt throbbing from the torture earlier. My clit still felt numb. I rubbed on his dick while sucked. I fucking sucked it like my life depended on it. Like that tip was an ice cream… Then my fingers wandered down to his balls. Those twin sac I massaged on it.

*‘MAKE HER SUBMIT? The rage that boiled inside me was a white-hot inferno. Eon didn't just go into a frenzy. he exploded. I lost the fight in a single, blinding instant. He made us shift completely this time, our clothes shredding like paper as bone and muscle reformed. A vicious snarl ripped from our jaws as everyone scrambled back. The massive table was overturned, chairs skittering across the marble floor. Saliva lathered our jaws as our mind link boomed through the room, a psychic roar of pure possessive fury.

she said, and her hands found the edge of the tablecloth, fingers closing around it, knuckles whitening, "we are." None of us saw it coming. Or maybe part of us did, and we just didn't move fast enough. In one single, explosive motion — the kind that comes from somewhere beyond decision, from a place that is all feeling and no thought — she turned the table. The crash was enormous.

Crack… With a single touch, the entire glass table shattered into pieces. Despite not being made of tempered glass, the table shattered as if it were. It had completely disintegrated, with no visible chunks left behind. When Tyr turned his head around, he half-heartedly smiled at Marcus. His voice sounded very calm as he said, “If you kneel on the ground and beg me, I’ll save you!”

He turned around and punched heavily on the stone table to vent his emotions. Hong! Although it seemed that the strength was not strong, in fact, it was extremely strong. The solid stone table suddenly turned into powder and scattered on the ground. "What trick is this Samuel playing?" "It's one thing to sleep, but what about picking up a girl?" "That's right. Even an extremely lecherous person would definitely not be in the mood to do so at this moment..." "This..." They were no longer as happy as before. Instead, they became full of worry and confusion.

The room was spinning in heat, in warmth, in the haze of everything too much and not enough. But then my eyes flicked to the table. The map. It wasn’t a map anymore. The content had shifted-morphed-right before my eyes. “I see you. Give the body back.”

“What now, Caillou? The tables have turned.” Literally. “Ah,” I shake my head. Fine, if he was willing to go this far, I could go even further. “You see, your king who was my king was actually dealing with a terminal illness.” I cross my legs, snuggling into his hoodie and pausing dramatically before delivering the punchline. “He dies shortly after the tables turned.” I reach out and topple the black king over, look up and wink at him. “Checkmate.”

Just when they turned around, a large thump came from under the table, followed by a low curse and I froze. I closed my eyes as the three girls turned around once more. “What was that?”

As soon as his words left the air, Micah tapped the floor with one foot. In a snap, the tile beneath him began to crack. A jagged line snaked from where he stood and reached under the table close to the family, before bang! The table split in half. The Carters were normal people. They were not accustomed to seeing anything quite like this, so unsurprisingly, their only reaction was to quake in terror. Putting out whatever fight there was in these unwashed folks could not have been easier for a superior-class third-tier fighter like Micah.