If The Tables Were Turned Novels & Stories

Championship. But I was instantly surprised when EL suddenly turned over the table. I was just stunned with fear. I stared at the table, and slowly turned my gaze at EL. I was intimidated because the aura he was giving me was not good. What will I do? Try to act angry too? This guy is just a brat. Apparently, no one will get mad at him for turning over a table. But nonetheless, he still wasted the food. Did he know that there is a lot of people starving outside?!

They tumbled down to the second floor and splashed into the garden pond. "You!" Sheila shot me an angry look, then quickly looked sad and pulled on Elliot's shirt. "Elliot! My presents!" I just sneered, "They're just presents. You can get more." Elliot kept staring at me, like he noticed something odd. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my wrist. Right then, the butler came in to say dinner was ready. Joseph would also be home at any minute. I laughed without a care, shook off Elliot's hand, and walked to the dining room without looking back.

Ryan's eyes were icy as he spat out, "You're just a cripple, sullying Jasmine's sight. You have the nerve to make her apologize?! If you're angry or resentful, take it out on me!" Dizziness washed over me, and I tumbled down the stairs. Blood gushed from my legs, and my tears hit the floor with a big splash. With each word, my voice cracked with anguish, "Why... Why... I was the one who saved you all, we share the same blood..." Everything went blurry. As I lay there, drained, darkness took me. "Ms. Smith? Ms. Smith?" My eyes snapped open to a room that was all elegance and pristine, the blanket was soft but tinged with the sterile smell of disinfectant.

She tried to convince me. "No, now we're going to the table," I said, and her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Don't even try it, because that's not what we're going to do at the table. At least not now." I was a hypocrite, images were forming in my mind of her lying on the table, completely open while I feasted on her intimacy. I had a nice wooden table, maybe I could...

Reuben thought to himself. He shrugged " I'm ready for anything that will come my way now. I've been trashed for so long that I need to fight for myself now. I am prepared to face the worst from any of them, " He thought to himself. He headed to the kitchen to go get lunch ready for Mrs Williams and himself. Ignoring what the woman had just said

I demanded. “Why should I? You bitch. You know what you did, don't you? You think seating at that table would make him yours?” The girl at the back uncrossed her hands and said as she took two steps closer. “I think there is a misunderstanding,” I said calmly. It can't be too late to reason with these girls. “He came to my table alright, not the other way round,” I said. “Are you bragging about that?” The brunette asked.

Sweet Jesus, a sentence has never sounded so sexy. “And the tables turn,” he murmured, moving my hand away. “Tell me, Gina. Are you as easy to turn on as you used to be?” “I dare you find out,” I breathed. He turned his face into my cheek and I felt his lips curve against my skin. “I think I already did.” “Excuse me, Mr. Stone?” the guy behind the bar said. “Yes?” George stood and looked at him as if he hadn’t just made me clench my—thankfully already closed—thighs together.

Before he could do anything, I pushed him away and launched myself towards him with my silver dagger. He wasn’t ready for this attack and I happened to scratch his shoulder with my silver dagger. He hissed and turned his back to me. He clutched his bruised shoulder and I heard him growling. He turned around in a breath and with a swift move, my dagger was in his hand. He grabbed me by my waist and my back hit his hard muscled body and he put the dagger on my throat. “The tables turned, Rabbit.” He fanned his breath on the side of my face and laughed devilishly.

“What are you doing here?” I looked at Gordon completely dumbfounded while he asked what I was doing under the table. I thought he was going to stop at flipping foods, I didn't know he was going to flip the table as well. It was a very large table, but thanks to super strength, he was able to flip it over like it was nothing. I almost screamed when he carried the table and flipped it over but I covered my mouth. However, in the end, he still found me here. What am I going to say now? I just got busted and in a very bad way.

That was the price. And with five tables running tonight, I’d have to win my own table and the final table just to get a chance. And if they raised the pot high enough, even victory would mean defeat. “Let’s not waste more time, shall we?” I said coolly to Thorne, then turned my attention to the table. The dealer handed out the cards. I glanced down—diamond 7, spade 7. A pair. Not magic, but with a little luck? Maybe four of a kind.