Afterparty Book Novels & Stories

Some sort of weird spy? What the hell is this? "She's not my friend. Neither of them are,” I scoffed at Hardy. Minutes ago, she was pretending to be my friend, and now she wants dirt on me—something to excite the ladies while having tea. - The afterparty was held at a five-star hotel. And this time, it was more like having dinner and actually eating, instead of a boring ass party where everyone walked around with wine glasses in their hands to show off and spy on fake couples.

Once she’d successfully swallowed the beignets, she gulped down the entire glassful. ---------------------- Hello, Are you enjoying this book? Of course you are, why else would you be here.. LOL Please check out my second book... The name's HAPPY FOREVER AFTER and I'm sure you will love it... Thank you.

" I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together. Without hesitation, I deleted it and blocked the number. Two little girls walked past, holding hands. Giggling, they made plans to celebrate with their favorite cherry cake after they finished their mission. I watched them walk away, farther and farther, until they disappeared completely. I drove t

Before dinner, I went to his office to find him. Dante had left his car unlocked in the private garage, and when I opened the passenger door, a cream-colored folder slid out from the glove compartment. At first, I thought it was mine. Then I saw the name on the first page. Serena De Luca. Pregnancy confirmation. Twelve weeks. My fingers tightened around the paper until the edges bent.

I grabbed my helmet and clasped it on before getting on my bike and riding away. Yeah we never began, but why does this feel like i have known her all my life? Why does it feel like a part of me has just been ripped open? It only points to one thing, which I don't want to acknowledge but yet it is freaking obvious — I am in love with Bliss Carnap. . . . . . |•BLISS•| During my study time before resuming to college, I read a book titled 'After' by 'Anna Todd'.. It wasn't just one book it was more like a series kind of book, though still about the same people.

Just enough to remind her that she existed beyond the roles she played. Calloway: I walked past that old bookstore near campus today. Remember how you used to get lost in there for hours? She smiled despite herself. Jordan: I still would if I had the time. Calloway: You should make the time. The words settled somewhere deep, unsettling something she’d long accepted as immovable. One afternoon, she found herself standing outside that very bookstore, heart pounding as if she were doing something reckless instead of simply stepping inside. The bell above the door chimed, familiar and comforting.

Arian's pov The celebration didn't end at the book club room. We moved to the bar to celebrate with drinks and music. The bar was alive that night. Music thumped through the speakers, laughter and chatter swirled all around me. April was to my left, practically bouncing in her seat as she recounted some ridiculous story about Brent tripping over a shelf in the library. Brent groaned and buried his face in his hands. I should’ve been laughing with them. I should’ve been soaking in every bit of this moment, this celebration of finally being free from lies, of being president of the book club again.

I would not let the tragedy of my past life repeat itself. Back then, during Liam's mom's birthday party, Liam had been drugged with an aphrodisiac. He searched desperately for someone else but found no one. I accidentally stumbled into his room, and in my confusion, we ended up… together. The crowd that burst in saw everything, branding me as a shameless woman without a shred of dignity. From that day on, Liam despised me, convinced I had been the one to drug him. No matter how many times I explained, he dismissed it as lies.

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me—a hard, bruising kiss that tasted like whiskey and absolute power. He gripped my hips so tightly I knew I’d have purple handprints there tomorrow. He moved faster, his breathing turning into jagged, guttural growls. The sensation was overwhelming; every time he hit that sweet spot, I arched my back, my fingers clawing at the leather-bound books behind me until they tumbled to the floor with a heavy thud. Thud. The sound of the book hitting the ground felt like a gunshot. “Oh, God… Richard… I’m—I’m going to!” I shrieked, the moan tearing from my throat. I was arching off the desk, my body spasming, my breath coming in jagged, sobbin