When Table Turns Novels & Stories

That was the price. And with five tables running tonight, I’d have to win my own table and the final table just to get a chance. And if they raised the pot high enough, even victory would mean defeat. “Let’s not waste more time, shall we?” I said coolly to Thorne, then turned my attention to the table. The dealer handed out the cards. I glanced down—diamond 7, spade 7. A pair. Not magic, but with a little luck? Maybe four of a kind.

"Were you?" Mr. Dallas continued, "Julia?" "Alex? " Julia laid the pressure on me. What was Julia's deal and why did she seem so immersed in a battle that wasn't hers in the first place? "Hmm, " Mr. Dallas adjusted for comfort, "There's something we call 'The Last Card', in cases like this, where the situation seems unclear, we refrain from any form of action until our 'suspect' here isn't proven otherwise. Then we can take action. We can flip the last card. "

Still, it was damaged, and I’d no doubt have to replace it. “Everything’s fine,” said Toran. I had knocked over a glass and the spark of power that echoed from my hand shattered the plates. There was a bit of a mess. “Get us another table, if you don’t mind.” Of course the waiter didn’t mind. It was his job, but that was Toran-ever the polite beta. “Yes sir. As you wish.” With a snap of the waiter’s fingers, the table disappeared and another reappeared with newly placed food.

His simple hold turned into a tight grasp under the cover of the table and the tablecloth. At this very moment-

My heart thuds as I see someone nearing the side of the table. Shit! We're about to be caught… To be continued…

I pushed it open and there was a table at the centre of the room with three seats. The table was empty except for a table cloth that covered the entire wood. The table was triangular and each seat was placed at the vortex of the shape. I squinted and walked closer toward it and the door behind me slammed shut. I jolted and grabbed my chest before turning toward the table again.

I think about being ready. Across the table Tiara catches my eye. She tilts her chin up slightly. I tilt mine back. Ready.

With a loud smack on the table, she fumed, “Oy, the hell you think you are?! You ruined my perfectly good door!” The group was made out of about ten or so men who were all dressed in suits. The one in the middle, who looked about in his thirties, was wearing a pair of shades. Just one glance at him, and everyone could tell that he was a bigshot disinterested in friendly chats about the weather. Even the men behind him looked pretty cool, if not intimidating. Their presence ushered a change in mood. Suddenly, the Turners froze, their indignance fizzling out. One of them, a middle-aged man, turned pale and dove behind his family’s backs, as though worried that someone might notice him.

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!

"Since we are all old acquaintances, may I ask you to order a few more bottles of wine?" "To think that the owner of a company could fall from grace like this... Let's see, as long as you drink all the alcohol on the table, I'll open as many bottles as you want." Mr. Paine grinned maliciously. Jessica looked at the four bottles of vodka and four bottles of red wine on the table, and she felt a little scared. "Sir, let me do it!" "My alcohol tolerance is good, let me!" The other waiters and waitresses rushed over, competing for the chance.