When The Tables Turned Novels & Stories

“Hey, who are you guys? Get out of here. This is a place for the Carters to have their family gatherings!” When Howard saw how rudely the group of people barged in, he immediately walked over and scolded them angrily, intending to chase them out. However, just as he had finished his sentence, someone in front of him easily kicked him away, causing him to stagger as he took a few steps back before falling onto the table with a heavy thud. As a result, he made the table flip onto the ground. The sudden change in the situation caused the Carters to become furious as quite a few of the young men walked over, cracking their knuckles as they shouted angrily, “Who are you? How dare you come here an

I'm feeling something I should not once again. I tightened my grip on his hand and rubbed his upper arm. Man, Blake has nice biceps. My thoughts started to wander. I quickly snapped out of it. I gave him a reassuring smile, and then he asked, "Let's go?" All I did was nod, and we turned our backs on Bianca who looked beyond insulted. We entered the coffee shop still holding hands. From my peripheral view, I saw Bianca walking away to where we were. She looked defeated and hurt. I've seen that look before, but from a guy. A guy I never want to cross paths with ever again.

DAVINA The streets were too quiet. I knew it the moment I turned the corner, but I kept walking anyway. My shift had run later than usual, and Marcy had left hours ago after her part of the double. It was just me tonight. Work was no different than usual, save for one thing. Table 6. They’d come back.

The man's face flushed with embarrassment as he quickly backed away, retreating to the back of the crowd. "Pregnant women are already prone to complications. If any of you are willing to take responsibility for her, I'll arrange a table right now," I said, scanning the room. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. I sneered internally. Just moments ago, they were all standing on their moral high ground. But as soon as they were asked to take responsibility, none of them dared to speak up. Just when I thought I had managed to avoid Zoey's miscarriage in my restaurant, Laurence suddenly shoved me.

The city that watched me shatter and cheered when I rebuilt myself into something stronger. "You want my honest opinion?" She doesn't turn around. "Always."

The shattered credit card hit the marble floor with a sharp crack, silencing the crowded ballroom. Every head turned, eyes wide with shock. Lori Reilly's smug smirk vanished. She tore her black stockings with a dramatic flourish. "You girls are pure poison. What, you gonna set me up to get even? Go ahead, get a few guys to rough me up and see if I care." Herbert Brady's face darkened like a storm rolling in. He ripped off his tailored jacket, draping it over her skirt, then whirled on me with a low growl. "Enough, Mona! Lori apologized. Are you so determined to ruin her reputation?"

My fingers curled at my sides. The pressure evaporated. Like a switch turned off. Like it had never been there at all. But it had. My heart pounded against my ribs. Was that me? Did I do that? The thought echoed through me louder than my command. My skin buzzed as if some small storm had just passed beneath it, left electricity in my bones. I stepped to the head of the table, the only one still standing. The only one untouched by whatever that was. My plate sat waiting. Pristine. Unwelcome.

"We've heard the project was on the verge of collapse when you took over. How did you reverse the situation?" I answered each question in turn, my smile composed. From the stage, I could feel the eyes of the company's executives on me—some filled with admiration, some with surprise, others more complicated. My gaze swept toward a corner of the room. Adrian sat there with his arms crossed, a faintly dismissive smile on his lips. Jenna sat between him and Harvey, leaning in to speak softly, letting out the occasional laugh.

When I got back to the table, my wolf was surprised by the new faces who were seated at the same table as Nathan and those old people occupied earlier. I'm pretty sure my feet entered the same room when I memorized the ins and outs of the place. There's no way my wolf could be mistaken when some of the faces from the other table remain the same. It's just the table where Nathan was seated was the only one that changed. "Excuse me, sir, do you need anything?" a server approached me.

But allegiance was called into doubt nowadays. One of them, if more had turned on me. The idea set my blood on fire. My boots echoed on the stone floor as I straightened, moved away from the table and gently circled the room. Their watchful eyes were fixed on me, tracking every action. They understood my capacity, and that was exactly the point.