When Table Turns Novels & Stories

The others watched closely. In response to his spell, the black surface of the table began to change. Hundreds of dim, tiny white ovals began to appear, seemingly floating within the depths of the glass. As the Necromancer continued his summoning, the shapes grew brighter and clearer. They were not merely ovals of light—they were pairs of eyes, trapped within the table!

Or I flip the table, and we all go home. "Table rules… you said it yourself." I gave him his line back. Buck slid down in his chair. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. Justin had not caught up. I tapped his cheek. "Honey, go collect. All of it, bring it back." Justin pulled out his phone. Buck slammed the table. "Mae, one more hand. I'm calling it. "Easy. We'll settle everything one hand at a time. Once it's all cleared, we go again. I'm not going anywhere. I'll play all night with you."

the male Kea's amplified voice says, and we all stand. Male Keas, from the sidelines, immediately move forward and start grabbing the tables we were just sitting at. As they leave with our seats, the doors open, and more male Keas enter, carrying different tables. The process takes maybe a minute. When the final table is placed, and the male Keas disappear again, the announcer clears his voice once more.

she asked, gesturing with her hand towards an empty table. The table was in a secluded corner of the hall, Luna could see that only the people seated at the table could see what was going on in the rest of the hall. In fact, it was set in a way that the people seated there could see all that was going on in the rest of the hall, all of it, and yet the people in the hall were probably just going to be seeing shadows and hearing whispers. Putting the people at the table in a place of power and control. As the two of them made their way to the table, Luna knew the table was another one of Moira’s calculated moves. And it was all very subtle.

she said, and her hands found the edge of the tablecloth, fingers closing around it, knuckles whitening, "we are." None of us saw it coming. Or maybe part of us did, and we just didn't move fast enough. In one single, explosive motion — the kind that comes from somewhere beyond decision, from a place that is all feeling and no thought — she turned the table. The crash was enormous.

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.

Yeah, he was definitely going to win. Finally, he struck. The balls scattered across the table, but not a single one landed in a pocket. Marco straightened and pointed at me. “Your turn.” I clapped, relieved that I was actually getting a chance to play. Just seconds ago, I thought I’d be kissing that chance goodbye. I bent down, ready to take my first shot, but before I could, Marco moved from where he was standing. “Hold on, you’re about to screw it up,” Marco said, circling the table as he assessed my position.

“Hold on.” “Okay, okay,” Archibald says, laughing under his breath. “I’m still turned around.” “I’ll get on the table first,” Isabella says. “And then you can turn around once I’m under the sheet.” Isabella is so panicked, it’s only as she turns to climb onto the table that she remembers turning around will give her an up-close-and-personal view of Archibald’s butt. But by the time she realizes, it’s too late—she’s already seen it all.

Cara looked at Cindy and smiled softly and gratefully. "Can she talk?" The blonde spoke up again. "Yes she can." Cara now replied staring at Simone dead on. Vincent and Thomas shared a look, while the blonde looked at Cara with a displeased gaze. She looked ready to say something, when a door on the far-left side of the dining room table flew open. Two men dressed in waiter uniforms rolled out large metal carts that carried dishes covered in large silver domes. They began walking around the room and placing a plate in front of each guess and uncovering it as soon as the plate was safely on the table.

Her hunger suddenly disappeared. Genius? That piques my interest. Smart guys are attractive. “And he's looking at you right now.” Martha tries to bite her smile, focusing her gaze on the guy. My curiosity kicked in, and I can't help but turn my body around, only to find that Drake is indeed staring at me from another table. He averts his gaze, and his friends laugh at him. “You see, you're not supposed to turn like that.” Martha chuckles as I turn my attention to the table. “You shouldn't just turn around like that. You should do it slowly, as though it's not intentional.”