Better Than The Prom Novels & Stories

When he slid the ring onto my finger, my heart did not race the way I imagined it would. Instead, there was only a deep, steady calm, like everything finally fell into place. What I felt was a new kind of bond, one tied not just by emotion, but by power, security, and control. And it was not unpleasant. It was far more real than the fake tenderness I once chased. Charles's deep, resonant voice echoed through the hall, "Thank you all for coming to witness the marriage between me and my new wife, Whitney Sheridan!" However, a sudden commotion erupted, disrupting the peaceful and celebratory atmosphere in the room.

I blew a kiss at Poppy before I got into the hall where the prom was taking place. The entire place was flooded with beautiful colourful dresses, perfect hair and perfect makeup. I knew everyone wanted to look their perfect on prom, but there was just something different about it this year. It was like they had put in more effort in how they looked this time, and were grateful about what the pack had gone through and escaped.

Isabelle (Two Years Ago) Prom is probably one of the most important days of a girl's life. I mean, that's what they teach us, no? Proms. Weddings. First babies. That kind of thing. It was the day of my prom. I was going with a guy from my Geography class - Fin. Fin was sweet and kind, and brought me the prettiest roses when he came to pick me from my home. He even wore a tie that matched my lavender dress. My mom clicked a hundred thousand pictures, ecstatic, that her little girl was finally going to prom - and then to college. I had been accepted into a university, which both Aiden, my best friend, and I, would be attending.

Tamine’s POV May hit Blackridge Academy with a feverish, glittering intensity. At a normal high school, Prom was a gymnasium decorated with crepe paper and a rented disco ball. At Blackridge, Prom was an arms race. It was held at the grand ballroom of the city’s most exclusive country club. There were rumors of girls flying to Paris for weekend fittings, and guys renting exotic sports cars that cost more than my mother’s entire duplex. For weeks, the hallways were choked with elaborate, cinematic "promposals" involving flash mobs, rented billboards, and even a minor fireworks display on the lacrosse field.

I just kept quiet and let her do the talking. I was excited for prom but I didn't give much thought to it like Scar did. Prom here was different. The all boys and all girls schools had prom together. It was a nice decision because like that we could get dates for prom, not that I was interested in getting one. In Westwood only two schools were all boys and all girls. All the other high schools were co-ed. So our school was having it's prom with the ones that Ian and Rafael went to. This thing was a great news to Scar, she was happy to rope in more people to make sure that this was the best night of our lives.

She kisses the top of my head, “Unfortunately, we have to get going, but if you need me, I can send your father back and I can stay a bit longer.” I shake my head and pull slightly away, “No, I will be fine. Elise and Eli are just about finished with school, so you should probably be there for all the end-of-the-year stuff going on. I will see you soon enough.” “Yeah, you’re probably right. Prom is this weekend and apparently, your sister was asked to go. I tell you, that girl is going to be the reason why all my hair will be gray in the next few years.” “Who is she going to prom with?” I question.

Of music, and lights, and maybe — just maybe — magic. Because maybe prom wasn’t just a night. Maybe it was a moment that would change everything.

"We are not going to start a food fight here." She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly sober. "Why did you decide to call this prom, Jules instead of a regular date?" Jules raised his eyes brows at her mood change. "Firstly, there is nothing regular about this, it took me weeks to set this up. I know you said you didn't have a lot of things you wanted to do. But I also know that even though you graduated you missed out on a lot of high school experiences. I could say this is for you but we both know you don't care about things like prom so the truth is this is for me. I want to go to prom with you and not with the whole student population. Just me and you. That's it. Why do you ask?"

A beautiful girl in her mid-20s was playing with the kids outside a badi. All the kids were enjoying her company. She had a charm that attracted everyone towards her. She was a real beauty, with fair and flawless skin. Her most beautiful feature was her eyes which could make anyone fall for her. Her eyes sparkled. Her smile had the ability to bring the world to a standstill and was enough to lighten up the whole city of Kolkata. She was gorgeous, so much that no one could ever get tired of looking at her.

I was devastated, but I refused to let people see how Trip broke me. Prom was two weeks away. I was dateless and, needless to say, I’d still be a virgin by then. But then I thought Trip’s plan to defile me at Prom was not something I should have been looking forward to anyway. I thought I should say goodbye to my daydreams and fantasies of losing myself in bed with a man in a romantic kind of way.