Your Table Is Ready Novels & Stories

The room was minimalist but elegantly furnished, its modern design subtly softened by warm lighting. A rectangular table stood near the center, laden with an open laptop and a neat stack of documents. The air inside carried a faint scent of polished wood, blending seamlessly with the faint aroma of the food Jonathan had just delivered.

This girl never fails to amaze me, she always looks so glamourous. “What the hell are you doing, our table is booked for 7pm and you’re not even ready” she says looking annoyed. “I laid down for 5 minutes, I must have fell asleep, the next thing I know is it’s 7.10, I’m sorry I’ll quickly get ready now” I say. “Ok but be quick, I’ll go down to the table and get the drinks in while you get ready, don’t be long” she replied as she walked out of the room.

Occasionally acknowledged with a: see, this is what happens when you follow instructions. "Something like it," I said. "Table arrangements next. Let me see your current layout."

Chapter 1. THE WRONG ORDER. “Hey, what's different about table 3?” Miranda asked, eyes narrowed as she surveyed the restaurant. Leah nervously replied. “It's the only one without food on it.” “Exactly and your job is to change that, not stand here answering questions like a mindless child.” Miranda retorted harshly. “I’m on it ma'am.” With that she hastened to the table where a man sat, cross-legged with an air of total arrogance.

All three men chuckle, causing my heart to quicken at how much like that noise. "In a way, yes.” Jacob confirms. Ethan and Jordan bring me into a room with low lighting and a large black wood pool table with red carpet. The table has intricate designs all around it, as if the artist spent days, weeks, on this specific table. Tiny white dots outline the top of the darkened wood and red pockets sit at the end of all four corners of the rectangular table with a couple more pockets on the sides. Jacob returns with a triangle thing in his hands and sets it on the table to begin putting balls in the middle of it.

Waited for Jonah to scream at someone to fetch some. Instead, he produced a tablet from inside the table. Tapped on it a few times. Once he was finished, the thing sounded and somewhere off in the distance, I could hear the espresso machine kick in. "Wonderful, isn't it? Technology of today is advancing so fast that I'm surprised any of us can keep up with it." I had been staring at him. Ogling the thing in his hands with wonder. A blush crawled along my cheeks. Tinted the tips of my ears blood red.

It wasn't something I wanted to announce anyway, and I planned to keep it as hidden as possible until it was apparent. The plump woman standing before me raised an eyebrow. "Open your eyes, Katie, and not everyone is settled yet. Table 13 needs attention." And true to what she said, the girls sitting there had nothing on their table. "Oh," I exclaimed, straightening. "Yeah, see ya." Milicent shook her head with a slight smile on her face. That same slightly exasperated smile that she reserved for when she was speaking to me.

"Is the Alpha's breakfast ready?" "It is almost ready ma'am." I glanced over the dishes, Fruit, fresh bread, roasted venison, warm tea, everything looked perfect. "Take it to the dining room." "Yes, Luna." The servants carried the trays out carefully, I followed behind them. The long dining table had already been prepared. Silver polished, chairs perfectly aligned. Morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows. I adjusted one of the plates myself. "There." One servant looked surprised, I smiled at her. "It doesn't have to be perfect."

Advertised Daisy. “If you want to eat something else, nothing to eat. The choice is over. You’re hungry, everything is delicious.” Mrs. Pear said to Dean. “Dean smiled back at everyone, but he wasn’t going to eat. So much work was waiting for him to come back. Dean still wondered. Daisy stood up, pulled his hand into the kitchen. “What are you afraid of? Before strange, then familiar, make yourself at home.” Daisy opened the thick basket used as a table cage to cover the food on the table, some boiled sweet potatoes, cracked the skin, saw the rosy flesh inside, put in a bamboo basket.