How The Tables Have Turned Novels & Stories

Beth tosses her hair back and growls, “I dare you!” Gabe, who was leaning on the wall, notices we are pulling a crowd and walks over, moving to the front and addressing Beth. “You have two choices: walk away now, or keep up the harassment and I will arrest you for insubordination.” His wolf flashes in his eyes. She stares at him for a moment before giving me an evil look. As she spat out “Don’t get too comfortable tables always turn.” I smirk, refusing to allow her words to affect me. “My table is made with indestructible material, and it cannot be turned!”

She was like a mockery to her former glory. I felt a sense of déjà vu wash over me as I looked at Vivian standing beneath the stairs. It was a reversal of roles, a turning of the tables. I remembered the time I had stood in a similar position, feeling vulnerable and scared. But now, the tables had turned, and Vivian was the one who looked lost and uncertain. I raised an eyebrow, my smug expression still firmly in place. "Why so shocked, Vivian?" I asked, my voice dripping with amusement. "Were you expecting me to be dead or something?"

LUCAS "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" I roared, sweeping my arm across the table and sending everything crashing to the ground… glasses, plates, bottles, papers… all of it. Shattering, splintering. I grabbed the edge of the table, slamming it again, my chest heaving like I couldn't fucking breathe. How? How the fuck did this happen? We were ready. We had the numbers. We had the fucking plan. And still... Dead.

I sarcastically laughed as I tried to regain my balance by pulling myself using the corner of the table. What am I? A weak heroine of a cringe movie? I shook my head and eyed the nerdy with a black and yellow combination of goofy glasses. "Eat the food, I don't have an appetite anymore." And then I turned my heels with my fast breathings. I'm just thinking, how did the tables turn? Why am I suddenly the one who looks like a dog chasing for its owner? Uno isn't like this, so I think he really is mad! But I really didn't mean to do it!

Sweet Jesus, a sentence has never sounded so sexy. “And the tables turn,” he murmured, moving my hand away. “Tell me, Gina. Are you as easy to turn on as you used to be?” “I dare you find out,” I breathed. He turned his face into my cheek and I felt his lips curve against my skin. “I think I already did.” “Excuse me, Mr. Stone?” the guy behind the bar said. “Yes?” George stood and looked at him as if he hadn’t just made me clench my—thankfully already closed—thighs together.

When I got back to the table, my wolf was surprised by the new faces who were seated at the same table as Nathan and those old people occupied earlier. I'm pretty sure my feet entered the same room when I memorized the ins and outs of the place. There's no way my wolf could be mistaken when some of the faces from the other table remain the same. It's just the table where Nathan was seated was the only one that changed. "Excuse me, sir, do you need anything?" a server approached me.

Narrowing my eyes at the scared face of the beautiful blonde beside my table, coated in blood and china. With my jacket in hand, I walked around the table to where she stood, her hands moving to cover her body. I contemplated giving her my jacket but changed my mind, deciding she could learn the hard way; seeing her face drop only made me and others chuckle. Seconds ago, she was bold and uncaring, flaunting what I had paid for! She purposely provoked us all with her youthful body and flirtatious attitude. But now she had realised that my men could not be manipulated; her attitude had changed!

He spat out the word offensively. Therefore, he added a small clause to the agreement. It was this... Laura prepared for what she anticipated. “Clause?” She rehashed the word faintly and Alejandro made a sound as if to speak awkwardly. "Your father..." He started to talk again. The server plunged in with extraordinary pizazz and started to offload a plate of food onto their table. Alejandro stifled a revile underneath his breath, while he trusted that the more youthful man will wrap up. "Will there be anything more?" The server asked.

"Mommy, was I wrong for doing that just now? I shouldn't have flipped the table, right?" Bambi's voice was small, yet burdened by guilt. She was still so young and thought that by flipping the table, she had caused them to be kicked out of the Jones residence. Elara asked gently, "If you had the chance to do it over, would you still flip the table?" Bambi nodded without hesitation. "I wanted to protect you, Mommy."

Dinner was served, and I was invited to take a seat at the head of the table. It felt as though the events from my past life were happening all over again in the same way. I had always been invited to the head of the table last time, but then, I had fallen straight into their trap. This time, I wasn't going to let them do whatever they wanted with me anymore. I looked around at their ugly faces at the table and chuckled internally in a cold manner. I knew that the show was just about to start.