When The Tables Turned Novels & Stories

Dinner was served, and I was invited to take a seat at the head of the table. It felt as though the events from my past life were happening all over again in the same way. I had always been invited to the head of the table last time, but then, I had fallen straight into their trap. This time, I wasn't going to let them do whatever they wanted with me anymore. I looked around at their ugly faces at the table and chuckled internally in a cold manner. I knew that the show was just about to start.

The tables turned, alliances formed, and the tides of fate shifted in our favor. In the end, justice prevailed, and the forces that had threatened to tear us apart were defeated. But the scars of the battle remained, etched into my very being. The experience had changed me, hardened me. I had faced the depths of darkness and emerged stronger, with a newfound appreciation for the fragility of life and the strength of the human spirit.

Championship. But I was instantly surprised when EL suddenly turned over the table. I was just stunned with fear. I stared at the table, and slowly turned my gaze at EL. I was intimidated because the aura he was giving me was not good. What will I do? Try to act angry too? This guy is just a brat. Apparently, no one will get mad at him for turning over a table. But nonetheless, he still wasted the food. Did he know that there is a lot of people starving outside?!

“Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!” I lifted the final die, and there it was—a six. I won. Taylor stared at the six perfect sixes lying on the table like she could burn holes through the wood. The smug smile she’d been wearing all night vanished completely. “Whatever. It was a total fluke! You just got lucky this time!” I smiled lightly. “I usually do have decent luck.” “You won! Transfer the money! Quickly!” Mom’s mood flipped instantly. She pushed forward, yelling at my aunt and Taylor.

One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

And all I can say was that he loved every fucking bit of it. From down there I watched how his eyes rolled back and how he'd tilt his head back and close his eyes. The tables had turned and it was my turn. And I was going to give him the exact pleasure torture he had given to me. Even now I still felt my cunt throbbing from the torture earlier. My clit still felt numb. I rubbed on his dick while sucked. I fucking sucked it like my life depended on it. Like that tip was an ice cream… Then my fingers wandered down to his balls. Those twin sac I massaged on it.

How the tables had turned. Lucas shoved open a heavy door and threw me inside. I stumbled but didn’t fall, luckily. Narrowly, I had escaped twisting my ankles, but I remained upright, glaring at him with all the poison I could muster. My dislike for him didn't seem like it was ever going to die.

The room was spinning in heat, in warmth, in the haze of everything too much and not enough. But then my eyes flicked to the table. The map. It wasn’t a map anymore. The content had shifted-morphed-right before my eyes. “I see you. Give the body back.”

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.

] he meant it? [“W---What is happening t---to m---me?”] what happened last night? Why am I having flashback of something that never happened to me? Did I turn last night? Have I killed someone? I started recalling everything, me t---turning into a wolf… werewolf. I didn’t kill someone, I k---killed so many? I looked at the man bleeding beneath me, I even stabbed him. This is not me, I turned into a beast, I took lives of people last night? When did I trigger my curse. Am I--- am I not innocent aurora anymore?