If The Tables Were Turned Novels & Stories

But I knоw turnіng tаіl won’t make me hарру. And who knоwѕ іf thіѕ is the only wау to gеt Aрrіl back. Thеrе’ѕ also thе арреаlіng рrоѕресt of аn еxроѕé. If I survive pulling іt off, thаt іѕ.

But I knоw turnіng tаіl won’t make me hарру. And who knоwѕ іf thіѕ is the only wау to gеt Aрrіl back. Thеrе’ѕ also thе арреаlіng рrоѕресt of аn еxроѕé. If I survive pulling іt off, thаt іѕ.

Crack… With a single touch, the entire glass table shattered into pieces. Despite not being made of tempered glass, the table shattered as if it were. It had completely disintegrated, with no visible chunks left behind. When Tyr turned his head around, he half-heartedly smiled at Marcus. His voice sounded very calm as he said, “If you kneel on the ground and beg me, I’ll save you!”

I noticed how bright the sun shined through the dusty curtains. " It is 3 in the afternoon, I was worried that you might have gone into coma. I will never give you a sleeping pill again. I wanted to attempt to wake you up, but decided to leave you to rest, clearly you needed it..." He smiled softly. I am sure lucky to have Alec around, he made me feel a little better, even if it was only for a short while. Suddenly Alec's smile turned to a pittyfull look. " What's wrong? " I asked, like I forgot what was really going to happen to me.

So we had no choice but to trust Laura. It amazed me how quickly the tables had turned. One moment, we’d been all fired up and convinced that Laura was trying to take our company. But the next? Everyone at that table believed that Laura’s intentions were honest. She’d flipped the situation so fast it made my mind spin. What could I do? What choice did I have? I had to believe Laura too. I had no reason not to. Laura wasn’t ‘out to get me’. She wasn’t trying to take our company. She wasn’t trying to mess with me or bring me down.

My words died the moment he turned our path to the dining room, and instead of finding someone injured or a scene of disaster, all there was… A dinner? Well, not really any dinner. The large eight-seat table had been replaced by a slightly smaller, round one, but now there were only two chairs, facing each other. The other chairs were still there, but conveniently far away. For some reason, someone had turned off all the lights, and now the only illumination was a lamp in the corner and the candles on the table. All of this, combined with the perfectly set table of the finest china and crystal glasses, made it seem almost like…

Staring. And God, it felt good. Finally. The tables had turned. And this time, I was the one holding the power.

He smacked both sides of my butt cheeks. “Now, turn over and get on your hands and knees on the table."

"You noticed the furniture." "You changed the tables after I showed you the logistics logs from the southern families," Obi said, his gray eyes looking up to meet mine. "You realized that your captains were forming factions during the briefings because the old table had a head and a foot. Round tables mean no one sits at the top." "You're too smart for your own good, Ashford," I murmured, my hand resting on the back of his chair, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his collar. "A boy with your mind usually doesn't live long in this town."

The tables were designed with tall candles and fresh daisies. The moment as we stepped in, people began to turn their heads. Chattering paused for a brief moment. I could sense them scanning us with their looks, some with a lot of curiosity, others with admiration, and maybe a few with disdain but I didn't give a rat's ass. I simply kept my head high and bright.