When Table Turns Novels & Stories

I said turning around with an annoyed look. Damon gave me a ‘are you talking to me?’ look and pretended to look around like he was searching for someone else in the room. “Why are you here?” I asked him rolling my eyes. Suddenly the door opened again revealing two gentlemen carrying a huge table into the room. “What’s going on?” I asked to no one in particular in confusion watching them bringing the table while grunting. “That’s my table," Damon said. “Keep it here.” he guided the people to place the table on the right side of the room in front of the bookshelf.

One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

One night, I dropped Wanda home after a dinner party. Lila gave me a glass of milk to help with the liquor. I enjoyed the night breeze while standing on the balcony. Lila's face was shrouded in shadows, and her voice was soft as she said, "All of you treat me like a fool." I turned to look at her.

Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn. Stefan and Sarah looked at each other and said in unison. “Hold on guys, it’s my turn.” The end.

I liked the fact that she was working hard, but are there no better place to work in Fothoman? “ You should serve the next table. I’d let you keep any tip you get from the table you serve” “ I don’t know…” I gave her an uncertain look. “ It’s easy. See that table over there” she pointed me to a table of three people whose back are turned to us “ they are not gaming, but they may want some bear or cocktail. Go ask what they want?”. I laughed, thinking she was joking. When I read her face, my eyes went wide “ you don’t mean that, do you?”

"You play? I've got twenty bucks riding on this game." "Well in that case let me finish it for you." Stan turned to Mike and held up his hands in a what-are-you-gonna- do gesture. "I guess Mary's gonna play for me. You mind?" Mike howled with laughter. "Haha. Go ahead. It's your money." I winked at Stan, noting his uncertain expression.They both watched in amazement as I cleaned up the table, potting the last four balls in quick succession. I swiped the two twenties off the table and handed them to Stan, who stood there shocked.

Omegas come and moved their plates down while setting new plates in front of the pair. Tia is still standing next to me and watching everything like I am. I lean in close to her so I can speak in her ear. “Am I missing something? Why are you guys vacating your spots at the head of the table?” Tia turns to me, and the look on her face is a bit scary.

“Nope. We’ve got to flip the bottle, don’t you think? luther grin ... Alright then you get to flip first.” romeo pushed his chair back and stood up, the scrape of wood against the floor cutting through the chatter. In an instant, every eye at the table shifted to him. Even the girls Timothy had brought along stopped their side conversations, watching. Alex didn’t make a move to leave, which meant he was staying in. Luther noticed, and a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The bottle spun on the table’s surface, wobbling unsteadily before it slowed and settled. The neck came to a stop pointing straight at David.

"Table ten, right?" The lady nodded, appreciated me, and ran off to relieve herself. I scanned the room from where I was, hoping to see the table number waving back at me. But I was too far away to see anything meaningful, so I readied my feet to begin the search for Table Ten. "Ladies and gentlemen, I will like to present to you, the man of the day, Dominic Powers!" The crowd cheered as the emcee who was up on the stage talked. I was still walking and searching for table ten when a bright light fell on my face.

Evan quickly follows suit and I smile at them, turning back to the scene in front of me. The table is decorated nicely. Candles line the middle of the table and pastel pink flowers decorate the space in between. They must be for Ella. My eyes flicker to Sebastian. Nice touch. “So,” Sebastian’s voice slices through the silence. All of our eyes lock onto him. “Who’s ready to eat?” He claps his hands together.