When The Tables Turned Novels & Stories

*‘MAKE HER SUBMIT? The rage that boiled inside me was a white-hot inferno. Eon didn't just go into a frenzy. he exploded. I lost the fight in a single, blinding instant. He made us shift completely this time, our clothes shredding like paper as bone and muscle reformed. A vicious snarl ripped from our jaws as everyone scrambled back. The massive table was overturned, chairs skittering across the marble floor. Saliva lathered our jaws as our mind link boomed through the room, a psychic roar of pure possessive fury.

“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.

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."

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.

“Dinner is still warm and if either of you is hungry, you can stuff your face in it. If you will excuse me.’ And with that, I walked away, walking up the stairs gracefully. Despite the fact that my back was turned to them, I could feel their gaze on me. One was laced with disbelief, and the other was laced with rage. But I didn’t care. They could both burn to death. That was just the tip of the iceberg of what I had in store for them. The tables had turned. I had come back to reign, and I would make them beg till their last breath.

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.

Sophie, who had been pointing at my nose and ranting moments ago, froze. She stared at the settlement agreement in her hands in disbelief. The nearby police officer was also stunned. He remained silent as I transferred 50,000 dollars into Sophie’s account without hesitation. The crowd’s perception of me shifted instantly. I went from being seen as a deadbeat to a reasonable person in the blink of an eye. Everyone was left speechless. They could not understand why I seemed like a completely different person after just one phone call. It was as though I had been anticipating that call the entire time.