When The Tables Turn Novels & Stories

"Mommy, was I wrong for doing that just now? I shouldn't have flipped the table, right?" Bambi's voice was small, yet burdened by guilt. She was still so young and thought that by flipping the table, she had caused them to be kicked out of the Jones residence. Elara asked gently, "If you had the chance to do it over, would you still flip the table?" Bambi nodded without hesitation. "I wanted to protect you, Mommy."

“You’ve been bullying me for so long. Do you really think I won’t fight back? I’ll make you pay for this a thousand times over. “So what if you know about Alec and me? He loves me. Your brother loves me too. People like you? You’ll never be loved by anyone.” She rambled on, throwing insult after insult, and I simply smiled before replying, “How did that toilet water taste like?” Her face twisted in fury, and I walked away without another word. … By evening, the fiery sunset stretched across the sky, painting it in vibrant shades of red and gold. The girls in the dance team and I had changed into our performance costumes, holding up the hems of our skirts as we hurried from the dance studio t

William sat beside Julian and felt the chill radiating from him. Afraid things would spiral out of control, William stood and raised his glass, encouraging everyone to drink. Julian lifted his glass, but the look he gave Millie held barely concealed menace.

Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn. Stefan and Sarah looked at each other and said in unison. “Hold on guys, it’s my turn.” The end.

I said coldly. Tears streamed down his face. He kept begging, "I'm dying of regret. I live in hell every day. Give me another chance. I'll make it up to you. I didn't marry Sarah. Come back and remarry me, okay?" He lunged toward me. Garth grabbed his wrist, twisted the knife away, and tossed it. "What's your problem? Leave before I call 911," Garth yelled, shielding me. ... Jake backed off but did not quit.

But deep down, we both knew there wasn’t one—not if he wanted to do what was right. He finally managed a small, wry smile, though the sadness still clung to it like a shadow. “Tables really do turn, don’t they?” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with bittersweet humor. “Seems like just yesterday I was the one telling you not to worry. Now look at me.” He gave a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “Now you’re the one telling me not to worry about you.” A laugh bubbled up from my throat, though it was thin and watery. “Life has a funny way of turning things upside down,” I whispered.

“Your turn, Maddy…” Cathy slid the tray towards me. “Table five.” She said, “Please be on your best behavior. You don't want to be on their blacklist. They're all rich.” I nodded, even though my throat was tightening. I picked up the tray, my hands shaking slightly. I swallowed hard and walked while praying that this tray wouldn't fall from my hand with how it was shaking. When I finally stopped at the table, I forced my shoulders back, plastering a polite smile.

Stephanie barely acknowledged her presence. Her attention remained fixed on a spreadsheet. A moment later she groaned. Not dramatically. Genuinely. Which was considerably more alarming. “What happened now?” “Table twelve.” Emma waited. Stephanie looked up from her laptop. “Table twelve wants to move.” “Why?” “They don’t like table thirteen.” Emma blinked. “What did table thirteen do?” “Exist.” Silence. Then Emma sighed. “Rich people are exhausting.” “Tell me about it.” Stephanie returned her attention to the screen.

She nods at me, “We not going to be that busy tonight?” But it seems that Mike has something else planned, “Table three in VIP wants a round. You girls better behave. They are very good customers.” Mike hands us more bottles of tequila and JD and sends us off. “They have bought your time tonight. Unless you need the ladies, do not even think of leaving that table.” In all my time here, I have never taken to notice of the table numbers. I really hope these guys aren’t a bunch of creeps…Finally, finding table three…These guys are a bunch of creeps!

I removed his hand from my thighs aggressively, but subtly. “Don't get upset yet. You can still turn things around but here's a deal.” “I'm listening.” “If I win, I get to fuck you senseless after this. If you do, which I doubt, use me as you please.” I glanced at him, his shameless deal still ringing in my ears. He was clearly serious. “Deal.” As the game commenced, I realized that now, I was turning tables. My cards were the best at the moment. Eventually, I did what I had to do as it was clear that the odds were finally in my favour.