Novel & Cerita When The Tables Turned

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!

"Were you?" Mr. Dallas continued, "Julia?" "Alex? " Julia laid the pressure on me. What was Julia's deal and why did she seem so immersed in a battle that wasn't hers in the first place? "Hmm, " Mr. Dallas adjusted for comfort, "There's something we call 'The Last Card', in cases like this, where the situation seems unclear, we refrain from any form of action until our 'suspect' here isn't proven otherwise. Then we can take action. We can flip the last card. "

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

"Who are you calling a fraud? You're the one pretending to be daddy's girl!" Pain seared my scalp, and I cried out. James stood by, making no move to stop Lauren. Instead, he fawned over her. "Careful, Ms. Miller, don't hurt yourself." To me, he barked, "Jennifer, apologize now!" Even a worm would turn, and I had never been known for my patience. I twisted a soft spot on her arm, and she yelped, "You witch, how dare you fight back!" The commotion alarmed the staff, and Matteo rushed up. "Lauren? What are you doing here?"

Shania and I decided on Samuel Turner, a marketing manager at Shania's company. Samuel was younger than Lucille and about six years younger than me. I had gotten to know him through a random dinner event in the past. I had formed a deep impression of him because of his good looks and how smart he was at handling all sorts of situations. Later on, I got to know from Shania that he was also very competent at work. He had managed to get his position as marketing manager within a year of joining the company.

The fact that she had gotten kicked out of the boutique in an embarrassing way because of him, made him hate him more for it. She couldn't believe how the tables had turned on her. Initially, the plan was to embarrass Josh in front of the other customers and get him thrown out of the boutique. At first, she felt like she was succeeding. However, what she didn't expect was that, in the end, the tables would turn on her, and she would be the one who got kicked out.

"Are you picking a fight because I wouldn't lend you money? What would you even need it for? Don't tell me you're keeping another woman on the side." She knew perfectly well I wasn't that kind of person, yet she turned it around on me anyway. The surge of emotion sent a sharp pain through my chest. If I hadn't braced myself against the nearby table in time, I would have collapsed on the floor. Seeing that I was unwell, Madison instinctively reached out to steady me. Then something seemed to cross her mind, and she pulled back, looking at me coldly. "Don't try to play the sympathy card on me. You've been fine for a long time."

The deepest wall of the blood archive opened like a mouth trying to remember language. Behind it was not another chamber. It was a dinner. Jack felt the shape before he saw it and hated the Hand for its sense of theater. A table. Again. Always a table. The first humiliation, the first contract, the first review, the first lock. Power loved tables because tables made hunger look civilized. This one was set for twelve. At each place sat a god-file that had not yet received alternative review.

Audrey allowed herself one last smirk, letting Nora see just how far she’d underestimated her. Nora’s eyes widened as she watched Audrey’s every move, realizing that the game had changed—only now, Audrey held all the cards. And as Audrey's finger hovered over her phone’s screen, she said, “Now, let’s see how you like it when the tables turn, Nora.”

Well, I won't hide in the corner and let them think I wanted their pity. Their shadows fell over the table when they stopped at the other side, holding their shiny trays. My fork paused in the air when their throats cleared. All chatter died abruptly, and I knew we were the center of all attention. This should be fun. -