When The Tables Turn Novels & Stories

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

She sent provocative messages and flaunted herself in front of me. Whenever I confronted her, Nicholas always sided with her. In a cold voice, he said mockingly, "If you want to stay by my side, you'll have to learn to tolerate Amelia." Backed up by him, Amelia smiled triumphantly. I trembled all over, feeling suffocated. Then, just when I was on the verge of breaking, the chandelier above crashed down without warning. Nicholas reacted instantly, pulling Amelia out of harm's way. I was slower, which caused my left arm to be scraped by the shards.

I twitched. Mike must've smacked her one too many times—girl sounded fully concussed. Fifty million? Why not just ask for the whole company while she's at it? Something outside caught my eye. Quick flash, but familiar. I leaned closer. Once I realized I wasn't seeing things, I laughed. "So, how's life with Mike these days?" Instant mood shift—hit her right in the ego. "What's that supposed to mean? We're perfect, obviously! Unlike you—no guy would ever want you!"

"This agreement ends our engagement. From now on, you and I owe each other nothing." Upon hearing my words, Edward froze in place. His eyes locked on the agreement while his mind went blank. "What did you just say?" I chuckled at his reaction and said, "You threaten to leave me whenever I disagree. Do you really think I'm afraid no one else would marry me? The truth is, I stayed because I valued this relationship. But from now on, you don't even have the right to threaten me anymore." His expression fell, and as he opened his mouth, Cindy grabbed his arm and burst into tears. "Ms. Henson, please don't break off your engagement because of me."

Lunch. Shawn got herself lunch and grabbed extra jello and applesauce for me. She sat with me and the rest of the cheerleaders and to my surprise they welcomed her. Some of the jocks walk up to our table, sideeyeing her and she just looks at them with a blanck face. One of them starts feeling up Melissa and she tries to shrug him off. Shawn gets up, grabbing his arm and sharply twisting it behind his back. "She said no," she bellows and grabs the attention of the entire cafeteria.

we both know what I am capable of". Naomi gasped for her breath as she struggled to break free, "you are insane Ray! I see you have lost it now. completely lost it. I regret having a heartless man like you for a brother. No wonder the universe doesn't want you to be happy. I curse you Ray, you will never get what you want even if you turn the world upside down. You think you have everything under control but you will get the shock of your life. Stop all this or else you will regret it"

Narrowing my eyes at the scared face of the beautiful blonde beside my table, coated in blood and china. With my jacket in hand, I walked around the table to where she stood, her hands moving to cover her body. I contemplated giving her my jacket but changed my mind, deciding she could learn the hard way; seeing her face drop only made me and others chuckle. Seconds ago, she was bold and uncaring, flaunting what I had paid for! She purposely provoked us all with her youthful body and flirtatious attitude. But now she had realised that my men could not be manipulated; her attitude had changed!

“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.

I liked the fact that she was working hard, but are there no better place to work in Fothoman? “ You should serve the next table. I’d let you keep any tip you get from the table you serve” “ I don’t know…” I gave her an uncertain look. “ It’s easy. See that table over there” she pointed me to a table of three people whose back are turned to us “ they are not gaming, but they may want some bear or cocktail. Go ask what they want?”. I laughed, thinking she was joking. When I read her face, my eyes went wide “ you don’t mean that, do you?”

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.