Your Table Is Ready Novels & Stories

Izayah did not have to go very far to get to the house, and when he arrived, he saw that the table had already been prepared before his arrival. A selection of mouthwatering meals were neatly prepared on the buffet table. "You are late Izayah." As Leonard assumed his seat at the table, he said something under his breath.

“My friends are waiting outside.” Gathering my composure, I turned to face him, the remnants of my tears still visible. “It’s almost done,” I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady. “I’ll have it on the table in five minutes.” He was standing in the kitchen doorway, his arms folded haughtily across his chest. His eyes darted briefly to my face, but if he registered my distress, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smirked, glancing at the spread that I had prepared.

“....ANSWER ME!!..DO YOU UNDERSTOOD!!…” I pressed him further, showing to the room my resolution, I smacked the table once again, but these time. The table gave up and split into 2 with a loud boom, with splintered flying everywhere, Luckily Elijah and Rafaela was quick to react, both of them cast a protection spell inside the meeting room, Elijah cast her magic on the table, made it stayed on it’s place and instantly mended the table back together, Rafaela cast a magic to stop the splinter from flying away an hurt anyone, as for Bina, she was quick to hold the table.

Her voice was even but underneath it something was doing the thing it occasionally did, opening slightly, the way a door opened not all the way but enough. "The table is in six hours." I said."Yes." She said."Are you ready?" I asked."I was ready before I woke up in this life." She said.I was quiet for a moment."Aurelia." I said."Don't." She said."I wasn't going to say anything sentimental." I said."You were." She said,"I was going to say that after tomorrow." I said.

Xanthakos looked at James and smiled. “She’s too noisy. We’ve finally met after so long. How can we let a servant ruin the atmosphere, right?” James stared at him silently. The next moment, Xanthakos waved his hand, and a glowing table emerged before them. A few black and white lights flashed on the table, revealing dozens of wine jars along with rich, appetizing food.

But at the end it is him who I need to follow. I immediately fix the table inside. Mr. Woods is still waiting for me to finish preparing the food. He is sitting on his own swivel chair and I can feel that his gazes is trying to stab me. I can't help but to feel annoyed about it. I mean it is uncomfortable.

They might make fun of me. My eyes drifted to the other end of the table. The dining table was a long black table for 10. 4 black chairs at each side of the table and two white chairs at the edge of the table. I was sitting on the first black chair on the right side of the table. With a sigh, I pushed myself up from the chair. 'Let's tour the house.' 'You're saying that like you're a human.' 'Remember, I'm in your head. I can see what you do.'

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I said standing up. We managed to get a little table set up in the bedroom. Setting the mood, I lowered the lights and switched everything to a light yellow light. Just enough to see what you are doing but not too bright to hurt your eyes. The table had a black silk spandex table cloth. Two silver candlesticks were in the middle with a vase of roses. A bottle of red and two place sittings with the utensils. I was actually pretty proud of myself. I had never done this before and it didn’t look too bad. Now it is time for a quick shower before Scarlet is here.

“Sure. I think you can manage that without causing damage.” I started grabbing the plates and cutlery, opened a few wrong drawers, accidentally slammed a door, but in the end, I managed to set the table with minimal dignity. “Done,” I announced, hands on my hips, awaiting her evaluation. Luna looked at the table with an analytical expression and frowned, seeming to find a mistake. “Where are the glasses?” “Ah...” I blinked. “I guess I’m not finished yet. One moment.” I turned to complete the final stage of the mission.