After Party Novels & Stories

The Kitsuné sips their drink as I walk back towards the bar, but they dash up to me and say, “thank you so much, it is perfect! It’s sweet, fresh and herbal, just like how you smell.” Then they bite their lower lip and add, “I bet you taste that way too.” They again kiss my cheek before bouncing back to the DJ booth. That halter tied out of silken ropes barely covers their little breast and I wish my pants had more room. Back behind the bar, I ready myself as the doors open and patrons stream in. I am at the main bar tonight. The Supernaturals only bar doesn’t open until after hours tonight and will host a 2 hour long afterparty, from 2 am to 4 am. I will be behind the bar downstairs for tha

"You see, Mom, she...she's——I need her. Not because of Dad's demand or what, but because I need her beside me to make me realize who I really am. You know, ever since you left I never feel comfortable again but, whenever she's around, I felt like I am whole again. It's an unexplainable feeling, to be honest. I know that it's gonna be unfair for her but, it's gonna benefit me. Don't worry, Mom, I will take care of her and once she gains her memories again, I will let her know everything. I will...tell her what really happened and who I am. For now, I—I'm gonna hide it from her and make all the moments count." After talking to his Mom, he nodded his head as he promised his mother, and he went

I tell Matteo and hand the bill over to Vinnie. The right side of my face goes numb a few minutes later and I tap it with my fingers. "Good shit, right?" Marco asks, nodding. "Yeah." I smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Matteo nodding along. *** Somehow around ten people end up going to Matteo and Marco's apartment in the city for the after party, including me. Isabella, Raisa, and Sophia are the only other girls here, but we're smoking joints around the kitchen table and discussing lighthearted topics such as how fun the club was, and which boy is the best dancer while the guys loudly talk in the living room.

"Today is too hasty. Tell him you're busy with sales today and you'll meet tomorrow. Don't seem to cheap." "Look at you mum. You're getting into it just like I am." She taps on her phone and then responds. "He says it's fine by him that it's tomorrow night he needs it anyway at his club." "That's very nice then. Let's celebrate our last night of being in the red with the last wine in the house. Come on..." * "Please move into the adjoining room for the after party. Thanks for coming." Everyone in the halls go into the adjoining hall, just as big as the one they just left but differently arranged.

He would kill time fishing while I shouldered all the bills without a word of complaint. When Alicia turned her attention to my daughter, not one of them had my back. They even had the nerve to call me crazy! I watched Tony, dripping with a gold bracelet on the live stream, and I could not help but smirk. Their days in the sun were numbered, I told myself. The rock climbing contest was a big deal, with over a hundred thousand tuning in online and a crowd gathered to watch. Alicia's entourage made quite the entrance. Jeff was flaunting some young thing on his arm, and they all gave us the stink eye.

Minutes after the paparazzi got countless pictures of the three of us, we headed inside and joined the party, which was a birthday bash slash charity event. I do feel sorry for the birthday celebrant. He or she is about to have the worst birthday ever. But looking on the bright side, the person will have a tale to tell their grandkids. Soft, jazzy music welcomed us to the huge arena that was decorated with a lot of silver-themed items. It was almost as though the whole room had plans to become nothing but silver. If a dress colour code of silver had been mandated, it would have been hard to see everyone’s faces as reflections would have conflicted greatly. We could all appear invisible to on

Our chemistry was all in the glances, the shared silences, the way our hands brushed once when reaching for the same flashlight. When the final frame faded to black and the credits rolled, the theater erupted in applause. Dave leaned over. “Told you.” I smiled. “You did.” The after-party was at a rooftop venue downtown. It was an open bar. I stayed for an hour and just as I was about to slip away unnoticed. Dave intercepted me. “Trying to run away as always?” He asked teasingly. I laughed but couldn’t deny the fact. He checked the watch on his right hand. “It’s not midnight yet. Why don’t we go get something to eat? Maybe the hangover will hurt less by tomorrow.”

Just one more night. My chest tightened as I listened to the sounds of him getting comfortable. The rustle of sheet, his slow exhale, a quiet grunt. I hated how aware I was of him. I hated how close he was, even with the space between us. I hated how I could smell him, and feel his warmth even from all the way here. I closed my eyes harder. One last night after tomorrow.. I could do this. The after party took place the next day in the evening. Maverick and I sat down on our designated table and I looked at the venue in amazement.

The afterparty had started upstairs in the loft, a private extension of my bar I usually reserved for special guests or events. Tonight, it was a curated gathering… a mix of socialites, influencers, and high-profile clients. The music was low, jazzy, sensual, and the lights dim, throwing shadows that made the space feel intimate and dangerous all at once.

Especially since Zinnia would ask questions if I stayed out too late and I didn’t want her worrying. But on a second thought… When was the last time I actually let myself enjoy something? “Fine, I’ll come.” I finally agreed and Sasha grinned triumphantly. ………… The venue for the after-party was unlike anything I expected. It wasn’t loud and chaotic like regular clubs. It was darker, sleeker, and private, like the kind of place where wealthy people came to disappear for the night. Luxury cars lined the entrance while security guards stood outside looking terrifying enough to scare away common sense itself.