Better Than The Prom Novels & Stories

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.

Caitlin raised an eyebrow and said, "Zane, you made a mistake and now you're throwing a tantrum? Anyone can sit in your position. If you weren't a veteran employee, I would have promoted someone else ages ago. "Enough—stop fooling around. Support Bryan well on this. Once this project is successfully completed, I'll promote you to director." The others looked at me with envy, one after another growing jealous of Caitlin's apparent favoritism toward me. Little did they know she had dangled this exact carrot in front of me countless times before. And every single time, I would throw myself into whatever she asked with desperate hope, only for her to hand the promotion and raise to someone else.

Derick teased, squeezing her shoulder. “We have come to that time of the year when the annual bonding camp for final students will be happening,” Mr. Jacob announced. “Past sets have come and gone. It’s a yearly event here at Blue Ville.” “What is going to happen at the camp?” Stacey asked, turning to Lily. “I don’t know,” Lily shrugged. “But I heard it’s usually fun.” “I’m going to be with you throughout Stacey,” Derick said. “It’s not like you want to be anywhere else,” Lily added, teasing.

I embraced my new life and left the wreckage of the past behind. … Clement and I traveled to Finholm to see the northern lights. While I was mesmerized by the shimmering sky, he leaned over and pecked my cheek. Perhaps it was the aurora's glow, but when he looked at me, his eyes were dazzling and faintly blue, drawing me in. … When we returned from our honeymoon, the head of a kickboxing club, whom I hadn't seen in forever, reached out to me. She told me the international tournament I had given up on was about to start again, and she didn't want my talent to go to waste.

I forced a smile then spoke "Madison, sorry I didn't see you there." She shrugged dressed in a super bright outfit that could cause vision loss from extreme pinkness "Leah? Didn't we just bump into each other some minutes ago...you changed outfits, are you competing with me for the most popular spot." As if more brain cells couldn't find a way to degenerate I grinned painfully "Me? no I just came to school." "Hmm...I could swear, oh well your fit is far uglier than hers so probably not." She shrugged, "Prom is coming up, have you found a way to get people to vote for you?"

Six years later, we are still the best of friends. “Prom is three weeks away. Do you have any plan for it?” he asks with a raised brow. I shake my head. “Exam is next week. I’m more concerned about that than trying to know who would take me out on a date to prom.” “Oh well, most students are more concerned about prom than the final exams anyway.” he shrugs. “Well, most students have misplaced priorities.” I count, coming off harsher than I intend. His head swirls in my direction. “Oh, something’s definitely wrong with you.”

As they enter the prom, held in the grand Ballroom, they're greeted by the sounds of music and laughter, and the sight of their classmates dressed to impress. The group makes their way to the dance floor in the Ballroom, where they're immediately swept up in the excitement of the night. They dance, laugh, and take photos, enjoying every moment of this special evening. The River Regency's luxurious atmosphere and the group's infectious energy create an unforgettable night, one that will be etched in their memories forever. As the night wears on, Sam waits patiently outside the prom venue, enjoying a smoke in the cool evening air, the sound of music drifting from inside. He's lost in thought,

"They’re both going to London on the night of prom. I don't even know how he convinced her parents.” Every year, our school had a prom after graduation so everyone could enjoy their last day at prom. I frowned at Katherine, who was busy typing on her phone. "Hey, you are coming to the prom, right?" She looked up at me and made a face. "Of course, silly! We will do all that girly stuff girls do, and then I will leave early to meet up with Ryan and we will leave." Volt, who was sitting across from me, glared at her. "I wish Ryan was my sugar daddy."

The school hadn't wanted to have graduation the day after prom fearing that they wouldn't have the same turnout if they didn't give their students some time to recover from their likely hangovers. When it came time to get ready, Deborah went up stairs much earlier than her son, on the phone talking with Chelsea who would also be going to Prom with her son, Jimmy. Deborah chatted amiably with Chelsea as they both got ready, doing their hair and makeup. They chatted about their proms way back when, and about their sons. Chelsea finally filled in Deborah on the situation between her and her husband. Deborah was a bit taken aback by the arrangement Chelsea and Peter had come to, but was glad tha

She always talked about him every time they met up, and Zoe guessed he was their new neighbor. Dora, and Parker we're still the best of crazy couples in school. Zoe thinks everybody has already moved on but she still hasn't, these few months of not having to talk or understand how Alex feels have been the worst. Zoe knew she had no right to feel that way. I mean! She was practically the one who pushed him away, right? Today was prom and it was crazy how it fell on a Friday, Friday night was definitely for the party. Bella, Dora, and Zoe have decided to go shopping for their prom dress at a boutique. Yeah, I told you, prom had to do with really fancy dresses.