Novel & Cerita If The Tables Were Turned

“You think if the tables were turned he'd protect you?” The man's jaw fell open in obvious surprise. “I-I don't…know what you're talking about.” He chuckled, nodding. “We'll see, then.” I beckoned to Vale. “Bring the other one.” Vale lumbered down the stairs and grabbed the tattooed dealer. The bastard came without resistance, visibly trembling. Of course, he knew how situations like this one turned out, and I could bet the wheels of his brain were spinning as fast as shit right now, trying to figure out how to get out of the mess he created.

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?"

My stomach dropped—a sickening lurch of gravity. "That's just changing the predator. The hunger remains the same." "It's our turn!" "No," I said firmly. I stepped into his personal space. I felt the heat radiating from his skin. "The cycle is over. The machine is broken. We don't rebuild the Throne, Kaine. We build a Table." "A table?" He sneered. "With the Ensi? With the butchers?" "With everyone who has a pulse and a will to build." Kaine shook his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, the pupils erratic. He realized the crowd was stabilizing. He realized they were tracking my movements, not his words.

And somewhere beyond our borders, Blackridge waited - confident they’d just forced my hand. They were wrong. They’d just invited me into the room. And I never leave a table without flipping it. Even if my life is on it..

His eyes went to HIS table. “Oh, so that would be the shareholder.” “What?” “That table was our original table.” I looked at HIS blank face which was a big sign that he wasn't pleased. This mother-fucking bastard!!

I queried in a rather harsh and unfriendly voice. "That's how it is. The table here is reserved for those of high repute in the pack While the other tables are for those who are not so important and those who get lucky to be invited," he explained but his explanation wasn't quite clear to me. "If this table I'm sitting at is for people of high repute, shouldn't I be sitting at the other? I am nothing but an omega as well…" I insisted as well. You couldn't blame me much. I didn't want to leave my friend to sit all by herself at the other table.

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.

' I thought as I got ready for probably an action movie-worthy chase. "Oh really? Round two then?" I said as I opened the window behind me, not letting her out of my sight while doing so. "Then, you were the hunter, now the tables will turn. Are you prepared?" "If you catch me in an hour's time, I'll pay for my meal and you pay for yours." "Alright then, but don't act like you didn't have this coming," She said as I held up five fingers. Four. Three. Two...

The rage, anxiety, and jealousy that I was trying so hard to hold under control. My hand gripped either edge of the table before turning it upside down, causing a loud thud which made every one in the whole room flinch in alarm. “Find them.”

I liked the fact that she was working hard, but are there no better place to work in Fothoman? “ You should serve the next table. I’d let you keep any tip you get from the table you serve” “ I don’t know…” I gave her an uncertain look. “ It’s easy. See that table over there” she pointed me to a table of three people whose back are turned to us “ they are not gaming, but they may want some bear or cocktail. Go ask what they want?”. I laughed, thinking she was joking. When I read her face, my eyes went wide “ you don’t mean that, do you?”