If The Tables Were Turned Novels & Stories

I apologized again. I couldn't believe how the situation had turned around so quickly. One minute she was begging me to speak to her and the next I was the one begging for her attention. How the tables have turned. "Fine, it's alright." She finally said with a sigh. "What's going on with that text, Red?" I asked. "Long ass Story." She sighed, finally turning fully so that we were face to face. "I'm all ears. I want to help you out."feeling a little scared for her.

"Turn the car ar⁠ound‌. Take us ho‌me." The car made a shar‌p U-turn just a block away from the Cross es⁠tate‌. The⁠ da‍ng‌er had passed, but as I leaned against Lu‌cien’s chest, I‍ felt a flicker of‍ guilt.‌ I had mani‍pulated him, pla‌y‍ed on‍ his obsession to save his life. I ha⁠d acted like a doll to keep⁠ him from becoming a⁠ k‍iller.⁠

Vivian’s brows arched, the faintest acknowledgment of interest. Serena's stomach twisted. Whatever game was happening at this table—it wasn’t hers. She was just the pawn caught between a queen and a wolf.

It's annoying, I really thought so. "You have eyes, don't you!? Just take a look in that container you idiot!" that's what I wanted to say but don't because we might just fight. I really wanted to fight, but I didn't get tired yesterday from being a philosopher and being a cursed person. "Just wait, get off the table Trixie! That's a table, not a chair, the table is eaten at, not sat at, do you know the difference?!"

I asked, "Have you heard of people biting the hand that feeds them? Do you think I'll save you a second time after being bitten once?" She stared at me in horror, like I was a monster. "You've been lying to me this whole time!" I smiled and said, "Congratulations on guessing correctly! You love lying to people, so it's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine. Isn't it nice?" Wanda screamed in rage. Then, she choked to death as blood gurgled in her throat. She stared at me in horror and disbelief as she died. I'd had the same look on my face when dying in my past life. Now, I'd gotten back at her for everything she did to me. She'd repaid the debt she owed me.

... Lauren appeared, raising an eyebrow. "Uncle Tom? Trying to cozy up to my dad?" She studied my face and yelped, "Or are you planning to seduce him with that pretty face?" I stared at her, noting her striking resemblance to Tom, and said calmly, "When your heart's corrupt, everything looks dirty." A sharp slap landed heavily on my face. I turned my head instinctively, my cheek burning. Lauren shook her hand and raised her chin. "Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? A nobody manager! I could crush you with one finger. If you want to keep your job, apologize to me now."

How the tables had turned. Lucas shoved open a heavy door and threw me inside. I stumbled but didn’t fall, luckily. Narrowly, I had escaped twisting my ankles, but I remained upright, glaring at him with all the poison I could muster. My dislike for him didn't seem like it was ever going to die.

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.

If she's right about me having pure power, I must somehow find a way to flip the table in my favour. Can I really do it?

“Dinner is still warm and if either of you is hungry, you can stuff your face in it. If you will excuse me.’ And with that, I walked away, walking up the stairs gracefully. Despite the fact that my back was turned to them, I could feel their gaze on me. One was laced with disbelief, and the other was laced with rage. But I didn’t care. They could both burn to death. That was just the tip of the iceberg of what I had in store for them. The tables had turned. I had come back to reign, and I would make them beg till their last breath.