Wandering Table Novels & Stories

Makes me want to lay in bed and sleep while listening to his tone. Walking straight and followed him going to the dining area is kinda awkward. I mean, I just realized what I am wearing. The table had a long oblong shaped wooden table. With one plate, one glass of water, and one chair. Perhaps, it was for Him. But... how about me?

And now that I knew where that money came from, I was going to use it for shelters and programs and scholarships and any other ideas I could think of to give it back to the families and victims. "Coming through!" Rafe called from the dark cavern of the freight elevator room. "And honestly, could you have designed a bigger table?" "Probably." I shoved my hand out to stop the door from shutting as I stuck my leg out to get the next set of doors. "This one's only fourteen feet, you big whiner. If we all get married and have babies, this will eventually end up being the kids' table." "Goddess save us all," Rafe said as he started the train with my table on a trolley cart.

I don't wait for his reply before I walk away from the table. I keep walking until I'm away from the room. Where my feet take me, I don't know but by the time I realize it, I'm standing outside a door. I look around but there's no one to stop me so I open it and step into another world. The room is decked in rich blue furnishings. At one corner of the room is a long table filled with an array of food and drinks. What has me curious is the lone table in the middle. A beautiful woman seats at it looking bored.

The other contains cleaning products and table linen and decor. We start at the top table, collecting pots, spraying and sanitising. We join additional tables, to allow the top table to seat 30 ranked wolves. We place the tablecloths over the table. We place the placemats, glasses, cutlery, candles and menu holders.

Sensing his distraction, Cherry frowned and bit him hard. Evan hissed in pain, then grabbed her head and kissed her back just as hard. When they were done, Cherry buried her face against his chest, idly tracing circles with her fingers. “So, where are we going for dinner?” Evan paused. When he was with Ana, he never had to think about things like that. Every evening, when he came home from work, she would already have a table full of his favorite dishes waiting for him. When he did not answer, Cherry suggested, “Let’s go to that revolving restaurant downtown, the one with the Kobe beef. I hear the steak and the Lafite are both top-notch.”

She kept her silence, however, and followed behind Claris towards the table with Marva behind her. Once they arrived at the table, Mitzie slightly leaned forward as her eyes widened in wonder. This was no ordinary table. She’d seen crystal balls before, and they had been round globe shaped objects. This looked like a giant rectangular version of one. And in the middle of the glass, she could see four different sets of what appeared to be galaxies.

Patrick had paid a fortune to enter a high-end club. "Mrs. Walker, clubs like these that require one to pay an arm and a leg to enter have most likely got some sort of dirty business going on in there. Mr. Walker pays several tens of thousands or even up to hundreds of thousands every day he goes there." Josiah looked around warily as he spoke, probably worried that he might meet people he knew. After all, it wasn't nice for one to be seen meeting his superior's wife in private. "Several hundreds of thousands?" I was startled. That was roughly how much Patrick made each year!

My voice is nothing but a whiny whisper as I trot away. I don’t find a spot in the grass, under a tree, secluded from people. Apparently, that’s where everyone wants to go. I do, however, find an empty picnic table that someone just vacates. I fill the tabletop up with the baskets to keep anyone else from joining me...as if they would. What seems like an eternity later they return with one, very small bun with hardly any glaze.

Maybe this breakfast thing wouldn't be so bad after all. As I descended the stairs, the murmur of voices and clinking silverware grew louder, and I was met with a sea of unfamiliar faces gathered around a sprawling dining table. The table itself was massive, easily able to seat twenty people, and its dark wood gleamed in the morning light. The pack members' eyes turned towards me, their gazes ranging from curious to downright hostile.

The centerpiece was a long, elaborately carved wooden table that could easily seat two hundred guests—chairs designed with velvet cushions. Above the table hung a series of chandeliers, their crystals catching the flickering candlelight. They looked like constellations suspended in the night sky, their light creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Natalie walked slowly along the edge of the table, her fingers brushing lightly over the polished surface. She marveled at the attention to detail, from the ornate carvings on the table legs to the delicate patterns woven into the tablecloth.