When Table Turns Novels & Stories

She was smarter than he had expected. “Mr. Burton, you and Mrs. Burton can really read each other’s minds, right?” “No. We will have to increase the difficulty level for the next round.” “Again,” Several people said as they started the next game. Xavia originally didn’t care about this game at all but now, she would have to play properly with all of her heart and soul. She could only hope that they wouldn’t lose. As a result, what she didn’t want came to her! The pointer on the turntable was facing her!

They will be doors I open and can never close. Aaron steps forward, the space between the men charged. He looks at me once, a storm masked as restraint, and then simply says, “Table for three.” The words hang, sharp and final. My breath stops now.

Taylor smirked. “Then let’s play something I can play.” Taylor thought for a moment before saying, “Dice, then. It’s easy. If you’ve got hands, you’re qualified. You at least know how to compare totals, right?” I nodded. “That works. Let’s start.” Then, I walked straight to the card table and sat down on the side against the wall. “Oh, Maisie, you’re challenging Taylor at dice? You’ve already lost. Taylor’s the queen of dice. Even the pros can’t beat her.”

Patrick had dropped a bombshell, shocking everyone. The spectators had sorts of expressions as they whispered between themselves. I nudged some people aside and walked up to Patrick. The moment he caught sight of me, he blanched. Seeing the sudden change in his expression, Lucille followed his line of sight and looked over too. A flustered look flashed in her eyes when she saw that it was me. I stood there and stared at Patrick unmovingly, not sparing her a single glance.

He still doesn’t turn around. When she realizes he won’t be replying back she leaves, giving me one last side eye glare. He turns around finally and sees me waving my hand in front of my face trying to get her strong perfume away from me. He holds back a laugh, “I’m guessing the Alpha title comes with a lot of fans,” I say walking over to the table to grab my contract. “The title definitely comes with a lot. Not all of which is wanted,” he sighs and grabs one of the bags and a shoe box and hands them to me. “You can change over there,” he points to the corner that has those fabric moving walls like the hospitals do. “Excuse me? Change? Why am I changing?” I ask him clearly confused. He lifts

Scarlett’s POV It was my first day at the office. The moment I stepped onto the first floor, the staff all stood up. "Good morning, ma'am," they greeted, heads hung down. “Set up a meeting with everyone, Gabriel,” I ordered. “Okay, ma’am,” he replied curtly, and we headed to my office. “Were you able to schedule a meeting with Mr. Aguas and the two other men?” I asked as we entered the elevator.

𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑. " 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 �

"How dare you? Why did you seduce him?" Tears spring up in my eyes again at her humiliation. "I didn't. I would never—" "Hey!" A loud voice cut in. It was Ashton again, walking to the center of the commotion. My heart skipped a beat at the neutral expression on his face. 'What now?'

He waited behind her any more than he ought to have before unexpectedly moving endlessly and leaving her inclination deprived. At the point when she turned around to confront him, he was finding a spot at the wooden table in the radiant breakfast niche and shaking a gigantic measure of corn chips into his bowl and when he understood that she was watching him, he lifted the case enquiringly. She groaned prior to conveying her bowl to the table where she plunked down inverse him and looked as he sprinkled the drops into her bowl, finishing off the dry oat with strawberry parts and banana cuts that he probably cut before she came ground floor.

"Everyone at the center table." Chana tosses the drill onto the bench and stretches her arms over her head. "Showtime." I follow her toward the last remaining piece of furniture in the room. The large steel table is bare except for a black canvas duffel bag sitting dead in the center. The team filters in, forming a loose circle. The casual banter dies down, replaced by a sharp, focused energy. These people are killers. They’re about to step into something dangerous, and the shift in their demeanor is forceful.