When The Tables Turn Novels & Stories

They had no idea that the forces aligned against them were far beyond their comprehension. I finally spoke, my voice gentle but carrying a lethal undertone. “You wanted chaos. You wanted power, influence, control. You wanted to erase me. But today…” I paused, letting my eyes sweep across every face, “…today, the tables have turned. And you will watch, helpless, as I take what was always mine.” Sarafina’s lips trembled, trying to force a laugh, a retort, a shred of authority. “You… you’re—this isn’t real! You’re bluffing! You couldn’t—”

fights back in high school when brawling was her meal and back alleys were her restaurants. As the table went high enough to momentarily hinder Fakey’s vision, she took a swift turn to her right. And as she turned around, she lifted her right leg and powerfully hit the center of the table with the heel of her combat shoes. A reverse turning kick she would often see action stars do in movies. And just as she expected, the table was utterly destroyed and the shattered pieces of wood came flying into Fakey’s direction. “What the hell!” exclaimed Fakey as the pieces of wood hit him.

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?

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

I cried, and I hurried out of the office, taking the stairs in place of the elevator. In a million years, I wouldn’t have imagined Nathan breaking up with me. We were everything together. We made people jealous of our relationship, and he chose to betray me. The whole thing is still a nightmare to me. I really need to wake up before I die with it. I am losing my mind. “Argh!” I wailed as I reached outside without caring about whoever was watching me. “I can’t let you go, Nathan! Except it’s April fool in August,” I promised myself.

"The next time you waste my time for me, you won't like what I'll do to you." Mrs. Morris was red with anger. "You will regret this! When we're done with you, you'll wish you had trained your son right!" As I sat on my bed, thinking about the issue, my mind wasn't as worried as it normally would have been. Now, I was mapping out my plans to even have my revenge on them. Why wait for them to bring the fight to me when I could take it to them? After all, offense was the best form of defense, wasn't it?

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

“Didn’t you say that money belonged to Mr. Smith? How dare you spend it!” Whoever Mr. Smith or Mr. Johnson ‌was mattered not to me. The only thing I cared about was whether she actually had enough to keep betting. “What are you afraid of? I’m winning this round anyway! If I didn’t have confidence, would I dare put this on the table?” Taylor was brimming with certainty. So, my aunt and uncle could only convince themselves to trust her. After all, if you’re betting big, why stop halfway? Only a fool would refuse the chance to turn pennies into millions.

Then came a soft click, like a switch being flipped. "Who's out there?" I shouted with everything I had left. "Let me out. Please." There was no answer. The heels clicked again, fading gradually until the corridor fell silent once more. And suddenly, I remembered that sound. Benedetta loved wearing heels. Whenever she stood in front of me to provoke me, the sharp click of her heels rang like applause for her cruelty. I lay back on the floor and started to laugh. I laughed until tears streamed down my face, freezing into ice against my skin.

“The Earth is free from the Market, yes. But not from me. I own the seeds. I own the soil. If you want your mother back—if you want your world to stay beautiful—you have to take my place.” “What do you mean, take your place?” June asked, backing away. “I’m tired, June,” the First Baker whispered, staring at her hands as they crumbled to dust. “I’ve sat at this table for ten thousand years. I want rest. I want the dark, the sleep. But the Table needs a Head. If no one sits here, the universe stops eating. The suns go cold. The planets stop spinning.” June looked around at the twelve at the table. They all watched her. They weren’t gods. They were just hungry.