When Table Turns Novels & Stories

That's all I can say. Finally, I finish both of my meetings and the time is already 4 p.m.. I sit on my chair and take a deep breath. "Here is your tea, ma'am," Hera walks in and places the tea on the table. "You seem to be distracted by something. I can see your face," "I'm just tired,"

“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.

I sound considerate. “The artefacts have been put on display and on each of your tables is a placard. If you turn to the other side of it, there’s a number written on there, everyone has a different number.” I explain and they all start to turn their cards. I can’t read some of their expressions but so far this is going well.

“Yes. But the subject will be random..So I could ask about English Literature now, then the next would be Math, then Science, and et cetera..” Janus raised his hand. “Tita, we’re not included in the game?” “Oh–you and Zara will.. So you have to move to this table. As for you guys there–” She looked at Apollo and the rest, “You will do a different game, I’ll have Ate Tara check your answers.” Janus and Zara moved to the other table while Dawn went to Tara as she wrote the instructions on a paper.

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.

It almost felt like she was choosing me at that moment. “I’ll go first.” Brett leaned forward and grabbed a random card. “WAIT!” Brittany leaned forward. “I forgot to mention, I looked up the rules. If you get a face card, the table gets to make you do something, or it’s two shots.” “Well, shit.” Stacy leaned forward as Brett flipped her card over. “Black nine.” My hands rested on her inner thighs. “Stacy, sit on Beau’s lap and make out with him.” Her face got red, but she got up. Beau’s eyebrow shot up as she pushed his chair back and climbed up. Simon groaned as Stacy pushed her breast into his neck as she kissed him.

"It's seven-thirty, which means it is officially time for the Welcome Trivia Challenge! Chaperones, please head to your assigned tables to collect the answer sheets!" Mrs. Gable immediately marched over to our table, her spectacles glinting under the amber lights. She dropped a thick yellow packet of paper right in the middle of the wood, looking at the four of us with a sharp, satisfied nod. "Well, look at this," Mrs. Gable said, her eyes lingering on me. "The freezer survivors all cleaned up and looking like civil human beings. Excellent. You four will be Table Twelve. Do not disappoint me." "We won't, Mrs. Gable," Noah grinned, grabbing a pen from his pocket.

That mattered. Then Thomas looked around the table. Watching everyone talk over one another. Peanut trying to feed Cookie under the table. Cookie pretending not to notice before immediately eating everything. Ava stealing fruit from Lily's plate. Lily stealing it back. Adrian quietly fixing a loose chair leg while listening to everyone at once. Elena pouring tea for people before they even realized their cups were empty. It felt... beautiful. Then his eyes stopped. One chair. At the end of the table.