Novel & Cerita Bachelorette Story

I asked. ‎ "Oh Lila dear, don't tell me you've forgotten," her mum asked me. ‎"Forgotten what?" I asked, still confused. ‎"Oh don't be silly, Lila, Clara's bachelorette party," my mother told me. My face relaxed in realization. ‎"Now hurry up, go get ready, the rest of the girls would soon be here, and we're going out soon," Lila's mother instructed. I nodded and returned to my room.

~ Elsa ~ It’s my bachelorette party, and I only have one goal… to get fucked by two big black cocks before I say ‘I do’ in two days. The club is chaos… neon lights, half empty glasses and screaming bridesmaids. My friends think I’m tipsy and just another bride-to-be soaking up her last night of freedom but they have no idea what I’m really hunting for. I raise my glass and force a smile but my eyes keep scanning the room. I don’t even know what I’m searching for because the room is filled with my bridesmaids.

Who would have thought my life was going to end like one big horror movie? Certainly not me. Two more drinks and an hour later, Rachel finally adds it to the itinerary with a resigned sigh.“Just don't come running to me when a strange man chases you with a chainsaw.” I and Amy high five each other even as Rachel's words settle uncomfortably in my chest. By the end of the day, we're tipsy, happy and I have a bachelorette party in one week. There's only one thing I need to do before then.

“This is Ava Bennett.” Every eye turned to me. My breath caught, but I forced myself to stand still. “She is my fiancée.” The words hit harder than I expected. Fiancée. Even though I knew it was part of the deal, hearing him say it out loud made it feel real in a way I hadn’t prepared for. “Miss Bennett,” a reporter called, “how did you and Mr. Vale meet?” I froze. My mind went blank. Ethan’s voice cut in smoothly. “We prefer to keep certain details private.”

Cody answers Uncle Jacque. “Whatever you say son.” “Alright Papa, let’s just get on with the planning.” Andre says. Lee, Cody, my aunt and uncle, Cody’s new assistant, Serena Rollins whom I’ve grown very fond of, and I all settle down in the living room with the wedding planner, Valerie. Lee found her at a bar where one bachelorette was having her party and Valerie was present. She’s as wild as Lee says she is, which makes me fear that this wedding will be too much for me to handle. According to Lee, if the bachelorette’s party was a crazy one, imagine what mine would be like.

I honestly had no idea what this whole girls’ night thing was about, but whenever I tried to ask Queen Patricia, she just smiled demurely and told me that I’d find out. Thoughts of vapid bachelorette parties swirled through my head. Of course, I’d never actually been to a bachelorette party because I didn’t have any friends, so I was basing it all on what I’d seen in movies and on TV. I giggled to myself for a moment, wondering if werewolves had strippers, then reminded myself that whatever was in store for me that night was likely very different than any sort of human bachelorette party. It didn’t really matter to me either way—I was just so bloody happy to have friends in the first place.

His bare chest rose and fell with the slow rhythm of sleep, golden skin marked by faint red scratches and a purple bruise at his collarbone. My eyes widened. I had no idea who he was. I pressed a trembling hand to my mouth to stop the scream threatening to escape. My chest tightened. My stomach turned. Everything inside me felt wrong. This couldn’t be real. My thoughts raced. Last night had been my bachelorette party. Kendra and I had planned it for weeks—just a fun night out. Dancing. Drinking. One last wild memory before I became Mrs. Siena Callahan. I remembered the beginning. I remembered the club—the neon lights, the laughter, the spinning sensation after too many tequila shots. Further

He heaved exhaustively and rubbed the space between his forehead, "Bachelorette party?" He questioned again, almost as if he needed clarification for what she had just heard "Yes" "We've been friends since college, and figuring I got married without a bachelorette party, they decided to throw me one", Lorraine replied, maintaining a confident stance that made Clay understand he could divorce her, but she wouldn't kick them out.

“What? Me?” Carissa asked in shock the moment she found everyone’s eyes attached to her. “Come forward beautiful lady”, The man on the microphone went further, after which an uproar of applaud rented the air. “Oh God!” Carissa cursed under her breath, timidly making her way to the front of the podium. She was a quiet and simple girl who hardly loved attention. At such, it was quite difficult to walk firmly with the eyes of many people on her. Most times, she wondered how she would be able to cope with Ethan as the wife of the billionaire.

There would be no hiding; all eyes would be on me. Waking up, I found myself still wrapped in the lacey lingerie Hailey and Michelle had insisted I wear last night. My cheeks flushed at the memory. They had thrown together a last-minute bachelorette party, insisting that I “celebrate” before the big day. Even Aunt Sophia had joined in, coaxing me to let loose just this once. They’d dressed me in the delicate fabric, played loud, over-the-top romance songs, and laughed as they danced like they had not a care in the world. For a moment, I’d envied them—the way they seemed to immerse themselves in the moment, without any worry or regret. I, on the other hand, felt as though I were holding my br