When Table Turns Novels & Stories

The boy asked with a smile plastered on his face. "Yes, under Ava Celestine and that is a table for one," I informed him politely. He looked on the list and some voice came over from my back. "Ava?" A familiar woman's voice. My back automatically turned around. Normal.dotm 0 0 1 808 4611 zernan 38 9 5662 12.256 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

"Carol, we may not have much, but we've given it our all. We want to give you the best. Dreams can't measure up to the love we have for you." "Come on, the frosting's melting. Eat up," urged Nathan, pushing the cake towards me. However, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter, like sugar-coated poison. I barely managed a bite before setting it aside. "Carol, why did you stop eating? You need sugar to recover from the blood loss after your surgery." The irony was not lost on me. Jasmine had her orchestra, why didn't I have a medical team? My fingernails pressed into my palm, I steadied myself before speaking. "I need to be in a hospital."

"Who are you calling a fraud? You're the one pretending to be daddy's girl!" Pain seared my scalp, and I cried out. James stood by, making no move to stop Lauren. Instead, he fawned over her. "Careful, Ms. Miller, don't hurt yourself." To me, he barked, "Jennifer, apologize now!" Even a worm would turn, and I had never been known for my patience. I twisted a soft spot on her arm, and she yelped, "You witch, how dare you fight back!" The commotion alarmed the staff, and Matteo rushed up. "Lauren? What are you doing here?"

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.

"Let's see who's next." An empty bottle spun across the polished black marble table, its rotation a sharp, grating sound. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the spinning mouth of the bottle. Slowly, it began to wobble to a halt. Finally, the mouth of the bottle wobbled to a stop, pointing directly at Maeve. "Whoa! It landed on our Principessa!" "Truth or Dare?" Maeve giggled, waving a hand adorned with red nail polish, her eyes glassy.

More than perfect. Stanley looked at me across the table and winked with an anxious smile. It was the sign. Then I looked at the table, took an empty glass and tapped it lightly with a knife. The sharp noise caught everyone's attention and all faces turned towards me. I took a deep breath and smiled.

“Wine?” Leo smirked. “Fitting. Considering your taste.” My mouth curved, not quite a smile, but close. I turned back to the frozen crowd, my tone commanding. “From this moment forward, after you hear the word wine coming from my table,” I said, each syllable sharp as glass, “you will turn your heads towards me and my date. You will look. And then you will look away. Again and again. Until I snap my fingers.” Their faces didn’t move, but I could feel the command taking root, wrapping around their minds like chains.

Sharon was sitting next to Gilbert. If going counterclockwise, it would be Gilbert's turn to spin the bottle. But if going clockwise, that would be Eylul's turn. Since Gilbert spoke first, Peter said nothing but smiled. "Go ahead." Gilbert was tall and had long arms, so he did not need to get up at all, and his long arm could reach out to touch the turntable on which the bottle lay. With the push of a finger, the small turntable will quickly spin up. Again, all eyes were on the bottle.

Just when they turned around, a large thump came from under the table, followed by a low curse and I froze. I closed my eyes as the three girls turned around once more. “What was that?”

Inzinga’s Point of View again Suddenly, a heavy, rhythmic bass line exploded from the jukebox against the wall, cutting through the pub’s chatter like a thunderclap. The pounding beat electrified the air, drawing cheers from the younger crowd. The shift in energy was instantaneous. "I’m setting up a perimeter," Toby shot back, hefting a massive pine table and sliding it against the stone wall with a screech. She turned to the rest of the table, waving her arms dramatically.