When Table Turns Novels & Stories

"Then one of the sponsors decided he wanted to swap tables with another donor five minutes ago." I handed the last page back to her. "And now everyone else wants to move as well?" Her eyes widened. "How did you know?" "Because they do it every year." The answer made her laugh despite herself. "I swear they wait until the last possible minute." "They do." I took the seating chart from her and looked it over for a few seconds. "Move the Harringtons to Table Seven." Emily frowned. "But won't that leave two empty seats?" "No."

He opened the door, and we walked across a variety of pots and plants. At the very end, there was a storage room. Inside, I can see gardening tools neatly placed on the cabinet. By the corner, there was a long table, and I heard Blake mutter with a very husky voice, “This will do.” With that, he grabbed me by the butt and placed me on top of the table. I couldn’t stop but giggle, “And you said, I have a dirty mind.” Blake didn’t say anything, he gave me his most famous smile, and took off his shirt. He crashed his lips on mine and I immediately reacted.

He knocked on the door, got approval, and walked in. He headed to the dining table and went for the plates on the dining table. He went to the kitchen to get a duster and cleaned the table before taking the dirty plates out. As he reached the door, just about to walk out, mes Williams called him She was lying on her bed , and it looked like she had just taken her drugs. " Don't forget what I told you earlier. Immediately you are done with what you are doing, please come. I have something very urgent to discuss with you before the day ends or before Alicia and the others become aware, " Mrs Williams said in a calm voice.

“And where is the food?!” A second later Venus almost toppled her chair. The round table before her eyes suddenly lit up like a computer screen, and the words "EMPTY THE TABLE" appeared on its surface. “What does it mean?” Venus murmured with a frown, curious. “Just watch,” said Shad muttering back.

The MC's voice booms through the speakers again "For this next part, we'll need a table head. Ladies and gentlemen, please nominate a table head" A really eager young lady on our table picks herself to be the leader and no one else wishes to claim the position, it seems. "Table heads, please pass the envelope around to each member of your table" The envelope reaches me and I put on the hundred dollar bill Anthony gave to me, saying quietly, so only he hears me "I'll pay you back" "Weldone, table heads, now guard these envelopes carefully. We'll need them later" I glance sideways and what I see makes the marquee feel like a freezer.

Well, I must have been wrong, they were not playing, actually, I wouldn't know how to describe this. Their attention turns to me and they freeze, looking at me with eyes widened. I am here to surprise but the table has turned, I am the one who has been surprised instead. I have caught them in the act! What will be his explanation? Wait, am I dreaming again?

She turned her gaze back to him. “Have a seat and join me for lunch,” he said, motioning to the chair directly opposite him. Without realizing it, she gave the table a once-over. It was a massive Narra table with an expensive crystal glass top. It could seat ten, with four chairs on each side. Which meant she and Van were quite a distance from each other at that moment.

The trees outside looked lifeless, frozen in the chill of winter. Not a single leaf remained on their branches. Inside the mansion, flowers bloomed vibrantly, a stark contrast to the dead landscape beyond. After the lavish luncheon, Colin drove to the cave where I was imprisoned. He stood outside, his voice cold and commanding. "Norah, have you realized your mistake yet? Just apologize, and I'll let you out."

Her unstable eyes finally came into life, but what greeted her eyes weakened her knees in fear. “What… Where am I…? Where is this…?” a hoarse voice emerged from her sweet one as her eyes started to shake. Slowly, she turned her head to the right side, hoping to get an answer, but that attempt left her cheeks in pain when the person from that side forcefully turned her head to the front. “Don’t do anything useless.” The same person regarded her coldly, a voice as deep as the ocean. Hence, she was ought to meet the same thing that seemingly turned her stomach upside down–it was a relief that she didn't manage to vomit. Right in front of her is a long table faced horizontally at her, a table th