Novel & Cerita If The Tables Were Turned

“Coming right up.” “I want to win,” I replied in English this time. “What are you going to win?” Table breathed at me. “Have you ever heard of waterboarding?” I said to Table, leaning my elbows against the clear space next to Table’s head and staring at him. Table’s eyes shifted from left to right, signifying he hadn’t heard of it before.

"Well, if everyone's game, I'd hate to be the buzzkill. I'm in." They had no idea that the tables had turned. Now, they weren't the ones setting me up anymore. In this hand, I was going to make every single one of them taste the suffering I had endured in my previous life.

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?

I held onto a quiet prayer that he would. The table was a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. At both ends, the atmosphere was lively, punctuated by the clinking of silverware and the deep red wine being poured into glasses. Despite the outward appearance of sophistication, I was fuming inside. My dad had put Frederick in an impossible position, fully aware of how he would react if the roles were reversed with my mom. It was an infuriatingly deliberate request.

But allegiance was called into doubt nowadays. One of them, if more had turned on me. The idea set my blood on fire. My boots echoed on the stone floor as I straightened, moved away from the table and gently circled the room. Their watchful eyes were fixed on me, tracking every action. They understood my capacity, and that was exactly the point.

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.

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?”

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!”

Hell, I was f*cking begging her to. My hips stuttered forward, only to have her hand splay across my abdomen in warning. Her teary eyes shot a glance up at me, a silent command for me to stay still. And I did. Because somehow…she didn’t just flip the board. She flipped the entire f*cking table over.

"You might find the conditions reversed before you finish your sentence." The table remained frozen no one daring to interrupt, because the next words between them could either shatter the fragile truce… or ignite something much worse.