When The Tables Turned Novels & Stories

Beth I was waiting alone while Abbigail had the implant surgery. Flashes of that dreadful night cloud my mind and I couldn't shake them. (Flashback) I was getting a drink for me and Abbigail when I heard my mother scream my name in fear. I turn in time to stare wide-eyed at the firework heading right where I was standing. I was frozen in fear to move and feel someone tackle me out of the way. I hit my head on the ground, stunned for a few minutes.

fights back in high school when brawling was her meal and back alleys were her restaurants. As the table went high enough to momentarily hinder Fakey’s vision, she took a swift turn to her right. And as she turned around, she lifted her right leg and powerfully hit the center of the table with the heel of her combat shoes. A reverse turning kick she would often see action stars do in movies. And just as she expected, the table was utterly destroyed and the shattered pieces of wood came flying into Fakey’s direction. “What the hell!” exclaimed Fakey as the pieces of wood hit him.

Every card I laid down felt like a calculated strike, landing exactly where it would cripple his hand. "You… You were pretending all along?" Shawn pointed at me with a trembling finger, his voice a ragged rasp. I ignored him and drew a card. I traced the face of the card with my thumb, my smile widening. "Shawn, do you know the true meaning of despair?" I placed the card face-down on the table without flipping it over. "Despair is when you think you've finally grabbed a rope to pull yourself into heaven, only to look up and realize that it's actually a noose."

I always believed others had misled him into hating me, but today, I realized the kindness he once showed me was never truly mine. After a long time, the door finally opened. Cindy walked out with flushed cheeks and weak legs but acted nonchalantly. "Excuse me, I need to freshen up in the restroom." When she walked by, her face carried the smugness of a victor. I looked toward the cockpit and saw Edward fastening the buttons of his uniform with practiced ease. There was no hint of shame on his face, only satisfaction. … Wrecked with heartache, I endured it until the plane touched down. I stood at the cabin door, overseeing the passengers as they disembarked.

She collapsed onto the floor, her hair disheveled, wailing loudly without the slightest concern for how she looked. “I did it all for this family! Was it wrong for me to try to save money? Are you trying to drive me to my death?” I walked over to her and slowly crouched down. “Mom, do you know why I dared to flip the table today?” I said softly. She lifted her head in confusion, her tear-filled eyes staring at me. From the pocket of my pants, I slowly pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room, I carefully unfolded it.

Then came a soft click, like a switch being flipped. "Who's out there?" I shouted with everything I had left. "Let me out. Please." There was no answer. The heels clicked again, fading gradually until the corridor fell silent once more. And suddenly, I remembered that sound. Benedetta loved wearing heels. Whenever she stood in front of me to provoke me, the sharp click of her heels rang like applause for her cruelty. I lay back on the floor and started to laugh. I laughed until tears streamed down my face, freezing into ice against my skin.

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.

Well, I must have been wrong, they were not playing, actually, I wouldn't know how to describe this. Their attention turns to me and they freeze, looking at me with eyes widened. I am here to surprise but the table has turned, I am the one who has been surprised instead. I have caught them in the act! What will be his explanation? Wait, am I dreaming again?

“Guess that’s why she couldn’t read the part where she wasn’t invited!” The laughter exploded. I felt naked. Powerless. Then she leaned in close, voice cold and private. “This is what you get for showing Mum and Dad your stupid perfect results. Tutor me? Never.” I broke. Quietly. Internally. As the music returned to full volume, and the crowd went back to their partying, I stood still—soaked, shaking, and blind. And then everything went still again. A hush swept over the room. The kind of hush only one person could command.

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.