Target Round Table Novels & Stories

Some of the tables had boys and girls involved in carnal acts in their drunkenness, although, not all of them involved were too drunk to control themselves. One of the tables was inhabited by a group of people who were not there for the drinks. They were engaged in a game of war, a board game where each player anticipates the other's moves in order to win. Sethlzaar always found it ironic that for a realm that hated the touched so much they liked playing a game with a touched as one of its pieces. An important piece to say the least. It took the briefest of moments and then Tamael spoke. In his words there was a mild alarm tinged with curiosity. "Where is Soartin?"

I have a feeling that Dante might have let slip that I had talked to the Moon Goddess again but I do not know for sure. Amora is the last to walk through the door. The others have already met me at the table and had a seat while waiting for her. I created this table circular for our meetings. During formal events I tend to use a rectangular table but for times like this a circle table helps to stimulate conversation. "Thank you all for coming so quickly." I say once everybody has a seat. "So, are you finally going to tell us what has had you so happy and excited since yesterday?" Dante asks.

If one could build connections at these events, it could significantly boost one's career. Phoebe followed Miles into the room. Because this was a prominent event, the round table in the center was enormous. It was close to 20 feet in diameter and capable of seating up to 30 people. Nearly every seat was filled. For a moment, Phoebe couldn't even spot Ian. She did see Horace near the door, though. She didn't have time to look around anymore before following Miles to two empty seats. He sat beside Ian. Phoebe greeted the latter before looking ahead to see Gideon in a black suit. She froze.

I blinked, glancing at Violet, who merely raised a brow. Then, slowly, she smiled. "Well," she murmured, rising from her seat. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough." She walked away before I could respond, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. I took a breath, steadied myself. Then, with careful steps, I made my way to Carlisle’s table—where my place in his world was about to be tested once again. On the round table where he sat, there are currently four men—two from our company’s board of directors, and the other two are the business executives whom only know by their face and last names.

“Round tables, not long ones. Easier for conversation. Decorations—flowers on each table. Keep them simple, white and blue.” Calla raised a hand. “What about the head table? Where will the alphas sit?” I groaned. “Right. Of course. Head table front and center. Enzo in the middle. Atlas and Ash next to him. Then the visiting alphas. I’ll draft out the actual names later.” Kael leaned against a pillar, pretending to supervise while doing absolutely nothing. “You’re scary when you get bossy.” “I’ll be scarier if you don’t stop standing there like decoration,” I snapped.

The tunnel ahead was pitch black, but my wolf sight needed no torch. At the end of the passage, a faint beam of light marked the opening. “I guess I was the last one?” I smirked, knowing full well how long they had waited. I blurred forward, reaching the chamber where the war table sat—a massive round structure with chairs circled around it. All eyes turned to me. “Look who finally decided to join us,” Storm said dryly. I rolled my eyes and took the seat at the head of the table. “Shall we begin?”

The air smelled of money and thin oxygen. In the center of the main chamber sat the Round Table. There were nine seats. Seat Number 4—marked with the rune of the serpent—was dark. The hologram that usually projected Cain’s face was extinguished. The other members were present, either in person or via high-fidelity holographic proxy. They were the invisible kings of the world—arms dealers, media moguls, tech giants. But today, they were silent. They were waiting. At the head of the table, the largest chair swiveled around.

Carson and Lena wasted no time. By the following morning, personalized invitations were drafted and sent to the key board members of O’Connell Enterprises. The message was clear: an exclusive roundtable, hosted at the estate, to discuss the future of the company and reaffirm their vision. No press. No PR teams. Just truth and transparency.

My anchor chair. “The architecture is curved to accommodate additional analyst positions at a later cycle,” Kael noted, his boots tracking to the primary camera lens to evaluate the sightline. “The roundtable format will mirror the baseline structure of Nightfall Broadcast, but my mind concluded the initial reveal would achieve maximum trauma with your form isolated at the center.” “Yeah,” I whispered, a sudden, sharp smile breaking across my face before I forced it down, drawing a massive breath into my lungs before dropping into the solo leather throne. “Wow.”

"She went shopping. Limited-edition drop—only ten pieces. She didn't want to miss it." He paused, likely imagining the ring on her finger. His voice grew gentler. "Avery… Mom just lashes out because she wants a grandchild. If the ring upset you, tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you." Then, he added as if it were nothing, "Once the company goes public, focus on giving birth to a child." I smiled. "Don't worry. She'll have one very soon." Not from me. Her precious grandson was probably watching her scream right now.