Target Round Table Novels & Stories

The roundtable was smaller than Eli expected. That, more than anything else, unsettled him. No banners. No press. No performative civility. Just six people seated around an oval table in a private conference room high above the city. Old money, institutional power, and one empty chair at the far end, his. He took it without hesitation. The windows behind them showed a skyline scrubbed clean by morning light. The city looked obedient from this height. Orderly. Manageable.

Chapter 18 It was a round table discussion of only three men but there were five chairs present. The room was dinky lit as each man looked on with grave expressions on their faces. One, blonde with a tattoo crawling up his neck. Another, also blonde but his hair was longer and he had a piercing on his left lobe of his ear. The last person had brown hair which was styled with much care. He twisted the ring on his left finger as they all sat silently while there was a newspaper and a pad on the table.

I did not hesitate I went with them. No one told me to stay behind. No one told me to leave. That more than anything told me how much had already shifted. The chamber doors closed behind us, sealing with a quiet click. The room was circular, stone and wood balanced in deliberate symmetry. A map table dominated the center etched with Redwind’s borders, pack territories marked by inlaid silver lines. Lantern light flickered low casting long shadows across familiar faces now drawn tight with focus. Damon stood at the head of the table. Zeta leaned against the far wall with arms crossed. Ryan remained upright with, hands braced on the table’s edge.

Beth giggled, “Chastity, I really look forward to getting to know you better. Now that I’m Luna, I’ll be joining you, and Clair for you meetings. I know we’ll become great friends.” “I look forward to it.” Chastity responded with a smile. Eventually we moved on to let others greet Robert. We found our reserved table which was not far from Robert’s table. Tonight it would only be him, Beth, Blake, and Darren sitting at the head table. We were seated with their families. My dad, and Jeremy quickly jumped into a conversation about what Jeremy planned to do now that he was retired.

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.

The massive conference room was buzzing with activity. Quinton sat back with one leg crossed over the other, his polished branded loafers casually propped up on the large round table. He looked completely at ease, though it was clear he was putting on a show. People continued arriving for his so-called roundtable meeting, including some of the most influential figures in Jayrodale. Among them were Natasha, Dylan, and Harvey—the head of the Weller family—as well as representatives from Madblade Martial Academy and the Goth family.

I instruct. “What about the curtains or the cutlery?” “Um, we spent so much time looking at how the toilet flushes we barely had time to buy everything.” I exclaim. “But it flushes backwards.” He wonders. “Are you high, because I think you're high?” I say wearing a bored expression. “Here is what I am thinking. In the centre is the table for Mr. Varallo and his associates with will be extra big and the table around with other people. Also all tables should be round, no square tables.” I envisioned.