If The Tables Were Turned の小説・ストーリー

Because now… there was no turning back. ***

It was the particular indignity of having to be composed about it, of having to sit in the same room as the man who had walked past me in a burning building and chosen someone else, and make sure the right families did not notice that I wanted to overturn the table. In the coming days I would be sharing that table with my enemy.

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

"That's only possible if all the candles on the tables are lit. Otherwise, it'll still be dark." Natasha felt a little helpless. To be specific, the place where they were dining a while ago felt creepy. Perhaps it was because Christin thought that the center was a better location. Therefore, he specially asked someone to move their table there. Initially, that place should have been a little empty. There might have been something else scheduled to be placed there. However, since he wanted to move the table there, he switched their positions.

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!

I said, "Who is going to buy some take- away, I`ll pay.” Two volunteered to go and buy food- with their guns. And I was left with the main actor. What was I thinking? “What the heck. Come and see this.” I said so stepping out of the chair for him to sit, and as he did I choked him then went for his gun. “Tables have turned now, who`s the boss?.” I said, “My people are on their way here, just don’t try something funny.” “You wouldn’t dare do it.” “Try me! Just try.” shaking.

Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn. Stefan and Sarah looked at each other and said in unison. “Hold on guys, it’s my turn.” The end.

Wе manoeuvred bу the lаѕt fеw tables, аnd I unwіllіnglу саught the аttеntіоn оf the blоndе guу frоm еаrlіеr оn. Oh gоd, nо. His smile dаzzlеd mе, аnd hе wіnkеd аѕ hе mоuthеd the wоrd ‘fаtе.’ I іnwаrdlу grizzled. If fаtе wеrе a реrѕоn right nоw, I’d рunсh them іn thе face.

She looked ever so pitiful with her reddened eyes. I used to really like her looks, and I had even taken extra care of her because of her gentle and docile nature. But now, I found her simply revolting. Had we not been in public, I would have splashed my cup of coffee on her face so that she would have a taste of her own medicine. I suppressed the raging fury within me and kept silent. My mind raced as I slowly stirred my cup of cappuccino.

“Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!” I lifted the final die, and there it was—a six. I won. Taylor stared at the six perfect sixes lying on the table like she could burn holes through the wood. The smug smile she’d been wearing all night vanished completely. “Whatever. It was a total fluke! You just got lucky this time!” I smiled lightly. “I usually do have decent luck.” “You won! Transfer the money! Quickly!” Mom’s mood flipped instantly. She pushed forward, yelling at my aunt and Taylor.