Target Round Table Novels & Stories

They have someone to come home to. *** The round table is a thick slab of scarred wood that doesn't so much as shake when my knife sinks an inch into the marred surface. My knife is the last to go in and means the meeting is brought to order. The men look at me, meeting my eyes, trusting that I can control Beast and be with them on equal ground.

Suddenly, he quickly put his cell phone away and began to focus on the meeting. As usual, Matt as the moderator quickly stood in the middle. Their meeting room this time was using a round table. Each layer is filled with its respective rank. So, the closer to the round table, the higher the rank and authority in this office. Meanwhile, Hana, Rita and Serena, and the other lackeys only sat in the third tier. Yes, who is nobody, just run away actually.

The room settled into a silence so complete that Aria could hear the soft creak of Elder Thorne's chair as he adjusted his position at the head of the long Council table. The seven Elders were seated. Thorne at the center. Nightshade to his immediate left. Frost, Morrison, Chen, Stormcrow arrayed along the table. And at the far end, Torres, whose face gave nothing away, whose abstention had collapsed what should have been a clean victory into an hour of precedent research and procedural uncertainty. Aria stared at the table in front of her and breathed. Landon's hand found her knee beneath the table and rested there, steady and warm.

Both his past lives were people who lived like a frog in the well. When Zen didn’t answer, Akiko decided to let him know. His sworn siblings didn’t feel like playing the role of a bad person so she would do it. “They are families within the Round Table.” Zen’s eyes widened. The Round Table was something similar to a fairy tale in his past life. Only ten families were allowed to sit at the Round Table. They were the veto powers against the Godfather and represented the mafia world! “A-all five of them?” Liu Feng didn’t answer, and Sasha looked away. Akiko nodded.

Shaw went away with impelling alacrity to carry out his order. In no time, Shaw came back with Nathan and Kyle and they settled down on a sit beside Roy. Shortly after Nathan and Kyle got to the residence, Priya and Laurel joined them while Vivian came inside the residence a few minutes late. They all sat and surrounded a round table. It had always been that way in ages. The council were the only one who have access to sit at the round table and the purpose of that was for each council to give their opinions on certain subject. As the Alpha of the pack, Roy had called them all, recognizing them as the council of the pack. Since they've all went through hell together and they were also the on

“ Get someone on this, find out all you can.” “He believes no one knows, but secrets like that don't stay buried,” I say, selling the idea to him. He smiles thinly. “ No, they don't. “ Good, now he'll look somewhere else, he'll stop watching you, Ronan. But the thought brought no relief. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The arena was filled again like a church, with competitors stretching their legs for the next event, murmurs of voices saying “it's a tie now.” At the center of the hall a massive enchanted table was like a war stimulation, and it was alive with warriors and war terrains. Rivers moved like living things, armies waited for whoever was going to be their general and give them orders.

"This game is called 'Make My Heart Race'." There are two chairs with a small round table in the middle. Each side had a paper and in front of the set up is a TV screen showing white background that is divided into two. What caught my attention was the long table where there are pies. And I'm guessing it's for punishment. The other table is a set of delicious meals and desserts which I'm guessing is the reward.

Aliyah was rudely interrupted by Priscilla "Leader of the round table, Norrignton, I hail you, this woman here is a con artist and I had been right all along; she was never worthy of being part of the round table" Priscilla looked on to everyone seated and watched as their face morphed into one of realization.

The great circular table at its center had been carved from a single ancient oak that had fallen in the forest during the first great war and its surface bore the marks of three centuries of councils, rings from goblets set down too hard, scratches from blades drawn in anger, the faint dark stain near the eastern edge that no one talked about but everyone knew the history of. Tonight the chamber was full. Every seat at the great table was occupied and the seats that lined the walls behind them were full too, advisors and seconds and wolves who had no official standing but whose presence had been requested or demanded or simply arrived at without invitation because what was being discussed to