Banquet Of Chestnuts Novels & Stories

“Tch. You don’t know what they did to get all this. Maybe they scammed it off someone, laundered dirty money... What’s so impressive about that, huh?” “Who let this lunatic in?! It’s Old Master Croft’s birthday! Invited or not, everyone’s been welcomed—and he shows up just to spit on the occasion?” “Never seen him before. Anyone know who this guy is?” “No idea. Who’d keep company with someone so crass? Talk about ruining the mood…” The feast flowed endlessly like a stream. Golden goblets brimmed with all manner of fine wines. The banquet itself offered an extravagant array of delicacies in a dazzling variety of styles. Amid the clinking glasses and heartfelt toasts, everyone’s face beamed wi

I said, glaring at him, and he chuckled. "Yes, you do; just go upstairs and get ready,” he chuckled, and I looked at him with a confused gaze as I headed upstairs. “What is the reason for this banquet?” I asked. "Well, it is the anniversary of Denver’s entertainment, so this banquet is a celebration,” Adrien answered, and I looked puzzled. “Did he invite the artist signed under him?” I asked, and Adrien shook his head. “Only people from the upper class, but there are a few artists there,” he said, and I looked a little bit worried.

Most of the core family members had arrived. Jedidiah and the old lady of the house sat in front. The banquet had not begun yet. According to the Hills’ customs, the banquet would only begin after the younger generations presented their gifts. Cyrus stepped forward and took out the gift he had prepared in advance. “Grandma, I know you’ve been paying attention to your health recently. I specifically made a trip to Cansington and bought this health supplement at a sky-high price.” “Wow, is this a health supplement personally prescribed by Dr. Fallon?”

Because offering her the crimson gown was easy compared to offering her the honesty that came after—the truth about what belonging to my pack would mean, what claiming her as mine would require. The festival began at sunset, transforming the castle's main courtyard into something that belonged more to ancient pagan celebrations than civilized society. Torches blazed from iron sconces, casting everything in shades of gold and shadow that made ordinary faces look mythic. Tables groaned under the weight of food that spoke of abundance rather than mere sustenance—roasted meats that had been hunted rather than purchased, bread baked in ovens that had fed my family for generations, wine that had b

After hearing that, Mandy Zimmer was a bit at ease. As for the other members of the Zimmer family, they were naturally unfit to attend the banquet. The next day, at the Buckwood Exhibition Center, where the birthday banquet was held. The whole place, along with a few commercial streets, were industries under the Yorks. They covered around six miles of road on both sides. Colorful lights shone all around the place, as if they symbolized birthday wishes for Grandma York. As for the scene of the banquet, no expenses were held back in terms of decorations. Everything was done magnificently, as if the place was an actual throne room.

I asked. “Trying to get a mango,” she said, and I watched her climb. When she got to the branch with the ripe mangoes, she plucked some before climbing back down. Her eyes bulged at the size of them. “These will be perfect for the mango cream pies I’m helping prepare for the banquet.” I blinked. “Banquet?” “Oh, yes! There’s always a banquet the day after the consummation feast. Kind of a toned-down after-party, but just for the pack members. No outsiders. It’s the Alpha’s way of making the common wolves feel included,” Ellie explained.

In the car, Elizabeth asked Christian, “Is the banquet this time huge? Why did you invite me? Will it be okay?” “It will be okay. Everybody is bringing a female partner so nobody will ask about our relationship. The banquet is quite huge. It’s an annual charity banquet.” “Oh, but I don’t think I’ve ever been to any banquets with you before,” Elizabeth asked with curiosity. Christian said naturally, “Of course. I usually let my employees attend these banquets on my behalf. I don’t normally attend them.” “Really? But I thought it would be like in a TV show. Capitalists like you would be going around banquets and whatnot. There would be lots of entertaining to do.”

Lords and ladies of esteemed rank gathered around the long banquet table, their garments rich with embroidery, their bearing poised and proud. The table itself was a marvel of indulgence. Goblets of aged red wine sat beside every place, catching the candlelight with a glimmer. Upon each fine porcelain plate was an array of delicacies: honey-glazed game hen, roasted wild boar with rosemary, buttered root vegetables, baked figs drizzled with spiced wine syrup, and fresh loaves of black bread still warm from the hearth. A page, standing at the grand archway, lifted his voice with ceremonial clarity.

Nathan coldly ordered the people behind them. The charity auction banquet next door hadn't begun, but the guests had started entering the hall. The charity banquet today was held by Samuel, and this was also his first time organizing such a grand banquet. The aim of tonight's banquet was to raise funds for the left behind children from poverty stricken mountainous areas and out of school children. Samuel was going to auction off some of his personal items. Only those truly from the nobility would receive the invitation card of the banquet. But interestingly, all the guests who had attended the Stephenson Family's anniversary banquet next door could enter the hall using the anniversary's invi

Ignatius said when he saw that most guests had arrived. “Alright.” The band started playing and dancers began their performance. The guests started their partying. Ignatius’s banquet resembled a royal celebration, with his loyal subjects regaling him. Halfway through the banquet, the guests took turns standing up and offering a toast to Ignatius. They gave him their birthday presents at the same time. “The Wickett family presents a gold teapot. We wish you a blessed birthday, Mr. Harmon!” “The Finn family presents this century-old ginseng to enhance your health, Mr. Harmon!”