Target Round Table Novels & Stories

Mitchum smiled awkwardly and said, “That’s pretty chill, thanks.” “Baylor, did you still want to establish the mind-link this afternoon?” Alpha Colin asked as the silence at the table lingered. “Yes, can we do it right after lunch?” I asked. “Absolutely, do you know who you want included in this round?” he asked. “The only ones here that aren’t old enough are the O’Hurleys, right?” I asked. “That would be correct,” he replied. “Okay then. Everyone at this table is essential to day to day operations, so we can start with them,” I replied.

"She really reapplied? Discuss perseverance. Without saying anything, Charlene quickly forwarded Vesta's resume. Stewart had an out-of-state business trip scheduled for that afternoon. "The roundtable in two days is all yours," he said. He was reassured by Charlene, "No problem." Stewart was referring to a roundtable that the city council had arranged between business and government. An invitation to this event was sent to just roughly thirty companies. When Charlene, who was representing PrimeStar, got out of the car at the location, she saw a familiar face.

“You’ve got the meeting with the sponsors in twenty minutes. You’re leading it, boss. Can’t postpone—half the families flew in from Rome and Marseille.” I cursed under my breath. Of all the fucking times. But he was right. This wasn’t just a dinner or a courtesy appearance. This was The Table—the high circle. The elite families. The kind of meeting that could fund a war, move nations, topple governments. And I was the one they looked to. The one they deferred to. The King of this bloody empire.

"I think you should be worrying about yourself more, Mr. Fuller. I heard that the casino over on the west side of the city has been looking for the older brother of a certain Ms. Sanderson. "Say, if they find out you're here, do you think they'll come knocking on my doorstep, asking for money?" Aaron's eyes widened. Patting him on the shoulder, I leaned in and whispered in a voice only he could hear, "Just enjoy the last of your days of luxury, pretty boy." Without paying any further attention to his stiff expression, I went downstairs. Liam had driven over and was already waiting for me outside. "All the arrangements have been made, Mr. Burke. The board of directors will be there at 9:00 am

The other three friends in the room clearly sensed the tension and tried to smooth things over. One of the girls, Zoe Farell, spoke first. "Um... since Max is back, maybe we should head out? We'll let you two enjoy your New Year's together." Another guy nodded and reached for his bag. "Yeah, it's getting late anyway. We should probably find somewhere else to do the countdown."

The heavy wooden door closed behind us. The familiar Circle was already gathered around the table. Every pair of eyes immediately fell to our hands. When they saw we'd returned safely—with the materials—the crushing tension in the room eased ever so slightly. But no one relaxed. Because we all understood the truth. We may have overcome the hardest obstacle... But we were standing at the edge of the most important decision of all. Alpha Ronan moved to the head of the table and rested both hands firmly against its edge. His eyes slowly traveled around the Circle before he finally asked the question we'd all been avoiding.

There’s a round table where Perseus, Angelica, Lilian, Khalid, Hyperion, and Lucca were already seated around it, each dressed in a different outfit. There were two empty seats, reserved for Achilles and me, one of which had a master's shield and four claws carved into it. The tabletop has a tray atop it with wolves carved around it and lined with red velvet in the center. Four claws and a pair of dice were strewn on it. Each person has a token in front of them, and behind the shield is a collector's edition of the Werewolf Apocalypse book. It's like a dream come true. I've been to several RPG events, but I've never managed to pull off a scene as perfect as this.

"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?

“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?”

Today, the open-air banquet hall was open to the public as the southernmost elite Quintus family’s young master, Yulian Quintus, had invited twenty-two prominent figures from Riverdale Province to dine with him. A large, round table was placed at the center of the hall with various delicacies filling the table. This round table was at least four times larger than a regular table, so almost thirty people could sit down together. At that instant, twenty-two owners of families and significant corporations from different cities sat at the table. In the direction where the sun was setting, sat Yulian Quintus. The entire venue gave off the feeling of a round-table conference. Behind Yulian stood P