Target Round Table Novels & Stories

And partly because Clair had already tucked herself against my side on the rug, one hand resting on my knee like she’d made the decision for both of us. The living room lights were too warm, the music in the next room too loud, the air thick with that stale mix of sweat, cheap alcohol, and the sweet artificial smell of somebody’s fruit flavored vape. People crowded into a circle across the carpet and furniture, knees knocking, shoulders pressed together, everybody trying to look casual while obviously hoping for chaos. Tara stood in the middle, holding the bottle by the neck like some kind of deranged game show host. “Rules are simple,” she announced. “Spin it, and if it lands on someone, yo

~Passage~ A few days had passed since Andrès and Carlos had struck their agreement, and Andrès found himself summoned to a private club downtown. "The Table" requested a meeting . It was an exclusive gathering spot, meant only for the most trusted and powerful figures in their line of business. As Andrès walked in, the atmosphere felt heavy, charged with a mix of curiosity and skepticism that only grew as the men at the table sized him up. Each of them held their own power, wealth, and influence-and now, Andrès had a seat among them.

"She really reapplied? Discuss perseverance. Without saying anything, Charlene quickly forwarded Vesta's resume. Stewart had an out-of-state business trip scheduled for that afternoon. "The roundtable in two days is all yours," he said. He was reassured by Charlene, "No problem." Stewart was referring to a roundtable that the city council had arranged between business and government. An invitation to this event was sent to just roughly thirty companies. When Charlene, who was representing PrimeStar, got out of the car at the location, she saw a familiar face.

Patrick had paid a fortune to enter a high-end club. "Mrs. Walker, clubs like these that require one to pay an arm and a leg to enter have most likely got some sort of dirty business going on in there. Mr. Walker pays several tens of thousands or even up to hundreds of thousands every day he goes there." Josiah looked around warily as he spoke, probably worried that he might meet people he knew. After all, it wasn't nice for one to be seen meeting his superior's wife in private. "Several hundreds of thousands?" I was startled. That was roughly how much Patrick made each year!

“What do you want?“ I asked, taking another puff of the tobacco in my hands. “There's a problem, boss“ He said in a low tone, that I almost didn't think I heard him right. “What did you say?“ I asked again, to be certain if I had mistaken his words. “A member of the Round Table is here. He's demanding your presence.“ He relayed carefully, taking a few steps back. I frowned. Skylo didn't bother to inform me about their arrival, which only added to my annoyance. What was everyone around me doing lately? Acting like a bunch of incompetent fools. Of course, I braced myself for something of this nature happening but, I didn't expect it to be so soon. It was barely 24hours since Tracy's disappeara

Cold air rushed into the stairwell and I blinked as he pulled me through the door and into a scene straight from a movie. We were on the roof of the building, the view overlooking the town and the dark sea, the waves crashing, providing soothing background music. The flat top tarred space was decorated with a few iron wrought tables and chairs, twinkly light were strung up all around, giving a soft, romantic feel to the atmosphere, to the left, a small stage was set up, complete with a DJ stand and mic stand. A long table of drinks and snacks to the right all complete with the small crowd of my closest friends and colleagues, all smiling widely at me while I stared around at the entire set u

Then he began to speak. "Gentlemen, the Round Table has been going on for 100 years. Its purpose is to safeguard the strength and honor of the werewolf. On this table, we have signed important documents, such as a truce with vampires and a peace treaty with mankind. We respect the wishes of the first king, and we should all exchange our ideas equally at this meeting." The first man on the left stood up. I couldn't see his face, but his voice was clear. I guess he must be under 30. It is surprising that our royal family has such young elders.

Perfect for conversations that couldn't happen in polite society. My phone buzzed. Luca: "Target acquired. Back room, table seven. Three other players, but they're leaving." I checked my watch. 11:47 PM. Late enough that witnesses would be few, early enough that cleanup would be manageable. "Clear the room," I texted back. "I'm coming in." The bar was exactly what I'd expected—dim lighting, sticky floors, and the kind of clientele that minded their own business as a matter of survival.

Now, I was off to tend to a flower of my own, a flower named Rose. A week later, the door that was barely hanging on gave way with a gentle knock, and the breeze that followed sent the document fluttering to the floor. "Carol? Are you still mad? I should've told you sooner, the movie theater is owned by our boss and Jasmine is his daughter. We were just there to work as security," James confessed. "Check this out, I got you movie tickets! You can finally say you've been to the movies!" Nathan added with a grin.