When Table Turns Novels & Stories

His eyes went to HIS table. “Oh, so that would be the shareholder.” “What?” “That table was our original table.” I looked at HIS blank face which was a big sign that he wasn't pleased. This mother-fucking bastard!!

"Master, a lot of people are looking at our table." "People frequently watch me when I'm out. Get used to it. So what if some people know you're sucking cock under the table. Your name is Whore. The name will fit and the management won't do anything about it. You're lucky they won't see you doing it, only know that you are." "Yes, sir." Sharon returned to the table, handing Bill a small paper sack, smiling at him, blushing again. She opened the bottle and made a pour, handing him the glass.

Music plays faintly in the distance — a celebration of the full moon, though none here truly celebrate. Richard stands near the far end of the table, his posture careful, his face unreadable. Gunner lingers near the doorway, his eyes downcast but his jaw tight. Lucas sits among the lower ranks, pretending disinterest, though I can feel the tension radiating off him. Good. Let them sweat. I take my seat at the head of the table. Every gaze lowers as I lift my wine goblet. “To loyalty,” I say softly. A murmur of voices echoes back the word.

The main doors swing open, and curious heads poke in from the outside, drawn by the unexpected sound. Once I'm certain that silence blankets the room, and that every gaze is fixed upon us, I return to my seat at the table, turning to look at Dean, who appears utterly mesmerized by my display. With a playful glint in my eyes, I turn to him and confidently declare, "Okay, babe... They all yours."

“....ANSWER ME!!..DO YOU UNDERSTOOD!!…” I pressed him further, showing to the room my resolution, I smacked the table once again, but these time. The table gave up and split into 2 with a loud boom, with splintered flying everywhere, Luckily Elijah and Rafaela was quick to react, both of them cast a protection spell inside the meeting room, Elijah cast her magic on the table, made it stayed on it’s place and instantly mended the table back together, Rafaela cast a magic to stop the splinter from flying away an hurt anyone, as for Bina, she was quick to hold the table.

The stones are hovering over a small rounded table. Shane touched the pattern engraved on the rounded table while the other two read each word on the stones. "Take Thy Offerings, Fulfill The End Of The Bargain, Goal Shall Be Attained." At that exact moment, the wind blew hard, grazing Shane's cheeks by sharp leaves. "Shane, stay away from the table!" Damien yelled, however it was already too late. A drop of blood fell into the pattern engraved on the table. The table lit up and repelled the three.

If he was interested in busting them just like her, then it would be best to team up to fight their common enemy but if that wasn’t the case then she had to avoid him. The guard led her to table sixteen. Each table consisted of three members each. On the table, a fine paper was folded in half with Fred written on both sides of the paper. It meant that Fred owned the table. She tapped her feet as she waited for him to come. She was excited for the epic look of surprise on his face when he saw her at his table. Roberta bore a striking resemblance with Doris, Doris had confirmed taht when he saw her, he was going to be very surprised but he won’t throw her out becave was from Doris. Whatever he

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.