Target Round Table Novels & Stories

I left a light on downstairs and sat on the couch to wait for her. She was taken aback when she saw me as soon as she returned. Then, she sat across from me and pulled out a document from her bag. "Tell me what you think about this." I knew this was her final test for me. The document she showed me was top secret—there couldn't be more than five people in the company who'd seen it. This was one of the financial crises Lawson Group faced. It had also happened in my past life. I pondered the matter for a while before giving Wanda a proposal. In my past life, Lawson Group had hired a group of financial experts to come up with a proposal to resolve the issue—I remembered it and told Wanda about

"Ryat." "What?" He turns back to the table, grumbling. "We'll talk later, Ryan." Konstantin squeezes my shoulder before returning to his table. "Something about that table doesn't sit well with me." "Which?" Ryat glances at the unnamed table. "Pfft. Whoever it is isn't important." "They knew we were coming." "Huh?" Ryan asks, confused. "They literally invited us." "They expected us," I fix his statement. In every Elysium, there's always a reserved Reigns table and it's always been empty, but this time around, they knew it won't be, how?

"Two more to go before we move to the final round." They rotated positions....different men in different holes....for another hour. By the time round three ended, Natalie had been quadruple-penetrated by every possible combination of men, had come three more times (eleven total), and was completely destroyed. *** "Final round," Richard announced. "Now we all come. We're going to fuck you in pairs, two at a time, rotating quickly...until all eight of us have emptied inside you or on you. This is the home stretch. Ready?"

"You think I'm your enemy. Maybe I am. But I'm also the only one at this table who sees what you're capable of." His words sent a strange current through me, more dangerous than his smirk ever could be. Before I could answer, Victor Lang leaned back and said something about hosting a private roundtable tomorrow morning - just Damian and me. His tone made it sound less like an invitation and more like a test. Damian accepted smoothly. "We'd be delighted." After dinner, we stepped out onto a balcony lined with potted olive trees. The night air was crisp, the city lights glittering below. I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Either you pay five dollars into the pot or you take a dare.” That made me pause before scoffing as his words fully registered. “That’s… not a real rule.” “It is for this game.” My brows furrowed slightly. “And what game is this exactly?” They looked at each other like I was the weird one for asking. “Target Night.” The tallest one gestured toward a board behind them that I hadn’t noticed until now. “You step into the zone, you accept the rules. No passing through without resolution.” The board was lit up with neon tape and messy handwriting.

Perhaps they wanted to see some excitement. The event host must love drama. She suspected the host might be lurking nearby, secretly observing them, waiting for a chance to witness a dining table brawl. Chris and Paige sat together while Shelly and Pierre occupied the seats across from them. The round table accommodated ten people, including Andrew and five others. "Paige..." Shelly grinned at Paige, saying, "Sorry for the bidding war earlier. I really liked those earrings." Paige remained silent, fixing her gaze on Shelly.

And has an eye for the throne. "The pleasure is all mine". That was all Nolan said. His eyes traced to Kathryn that sat beside him and kept smiling at his responses. She was glad that he was back to take over again. Even if he was the last son of the Royal family, the throne was willed to him specifically by The passed king of the East and nothing could be done about it. The entire representatives of the round table came one after another to greet him. The round table consisted of twenty-four members, each holding a position that attributed to the countries of the East. And Nolan kept responding to them as they introduced themselves. Meanwhile, as everything was happening all at once and the

And a final investor roundtable where Argent Global Capital’s strategic direction would be discussed. Emily tapped the screen thoughtfully. “That’s where it happens.” Thomas leaned forward. “The roundtable?” “Yes.” Serena sat quietly near the rear of the cabin, listening to the conversation without interrupting. Richard sat beside her, gazing out the opposite window. After a few moments he spoke softly. “Victor has probably anticipated this.” Emily looked up. “I’m sure he has.” Serena nodded slightly. “Which means the summit won’t just be about reassuring investors.” Sofia frowned.

“I am sorry you had to endure that.We are discussing a time for her punishment.” Carter nods. “Our table is ready,” Ari tells us and we all hit the stage. I hold Ari’s chair and she gives me a kiss. We are at a round table with my parents, her family, the boys and Everly. There is a second round table for Tuck, Romana, her parents, Tristian and Caroline. “May I go ask to hold Andrea?” Tiffany asks. “Oh, of course, Mother,” Ari answers. “Caroline, can Mother hold Andrea please?”

Kade at the other. I took my place between them, hands braced on the scarred wood, the center point of a triangle that would either hold or snap under the blood moon. Around us, elders, betas, and seasoned warriors ringed the table. Rowan, Rhea, and Fen flanked my side. Nightfang’s second, a rangy wolf named Marek, mirrored them near Kade. The low murmur of competing conversations ebbed and surged as more wolves pushed in, hungry for plans, for reassurance, for someone to tell them their deaths would mean something if it came to that.