Chord Party Favor Novels & Stories

“Thanks to Tra- Remi and Charlie, we did very well. Of course, without Kanzaki-san and big brother Wind keeping Guild Carnage away from the base, we wouldn’t have won. Sasha’s contributions and saving Party Prayer from Party Undead are critical in elevating our success chances. With the Rainbow Egg submission, everyone in this party made it to the top ten. Party Freedom and Party Prayer did not do too bad themselves with the lowest in scores hovering in the thirties.” This was a fact. Zen could afford to buy the game clip highlights on his own this time, even if he still did not have enough to pay Akiko back for the credits she gave him. Guild Carnage was disbanded, and Party Undead was dea

After the whole thing at lunch with her double-meaning remarks and my tough-love chat with her afterward, she is helping me get everything set up for the party. It’s Saturday now - the day of the party - and Jeff allowed me to reserve the bar for the day to get everything ready. Holly stopped by since she doesn’t have work today, and we’re setting up the place now. We have karaoke set up, matching sunglasses for photo ops for everyone who shows, personalized shot glasses for Rhett, every liquor available at the bar, and I secretly got my hands on some shrooms just in case the party needed more of a pick-me-up. I had to take a little test of the product to be sure I wasn't being scammed and g

Of course, helping with planning basically meant that we'd planned the entire party, and Nancy had squealed excitedly over the stuff that she liked, and vehemently crossed out the things that she didn't. The party seemed to be in full swing, and we joined in on the fun. Chloe's parents had never been fans of alcohol so there was none available at the party. Instead, we had mocktails, juice, and some nonalcoholic wine. We both hugged Nancy tightly and gave her the presents we'd got her. Her eyes watered when I said I loved her and was so grateful for her existence. Some old friends soon came to pull her away. Chloe went outside to meet her dad who was hard at work at the grill and I immediate

At first he didn’t believe her, but when she told him of her encounter with the Sword Keeper, he looked shocked and started the preparations for the party. At the ballroom The party had began, people were dancing, talking about the latest gossip, the stories, work and eating lots of food and Sekora’s cookies, which people liked because they were gone in a flash. Gordon and Kendrick’s were slow dancing while Sekora danced with Peter pertrelli, the pitcher from the Baseball team. They danced to the song Apologize by One republic. After dancing, they played with a piñata, which was a car, since that was the theme for the party. Gordon was the one the one to bust it open, it was filled with Toot

Smith planned, but still listened attentively. “This is the best chance to improve our reputation. A proper party will surely help. Everyone will be invited! The past collaborators and our potential target collaborators will be invited. Display your social skills and be a proper representative of Roma Aesthetics. I entrust this to you, guys. Make it work! And make it big!” “ALRIGHT!!! A PARTY!!!” one of the secretaries yelled. “Woooooh!!!” We all threw our hands up into the air, cheering, including Marie and me.

I tried to go back and remember if he ever acted strangely in the last few days, but he was normal. But this decorated party hall had obvious tinges of Vivian’s hands in it. She was easing us up into it, using a ménage à trois theme for the party to camouflaged what was planned to happen at the end of the night. First, the music. The next one was again covertly ménage à trois—threesome—suggestive ones. After the French one, it’s Stroker Ace by Lovage. I didn’t think Fae knew but she was staring, wide-eyed, at stencil cut-outs on the glittering stage.

Chastity said flatly. “You look fantastic. And I didn’t have to use that much make-up,” Chelsea bragged. “Thank God for small favors.” “Chaz, can you do me a favor tonight?” “What is it?” “Forget about everything just for tonight and have fun. Just . . . enjoy the man,” Chelsea said softly. Chastity exhaled slowly. “I’ll . . . try.” ****

After three years of marriage, I finally got pregnant—my mafia husband treated me like his queen. Every day felt like heaven, until she came back—his first love, Eloise Rosenveil. On his birthday, after answering Eloise’s usual call, he turned to me and said softly, “Darling, you’ve been working so hard carrying our child. There’ll be too many people at the party—I don’t want you to get hurt.” But that day wasn’t just his birthday.

We spend the next twenty minutes discussing details, guest lists, logistics, the ordinary, mundane texture of planning something purely joyful instead of purely survival-based, and by the time we hang up, something warm and settled has taken root in my chest. "Your mom wants to throw us a party," I tell Chase, who's been half-listening while reviewing his own conditioning schedule. "A good party, or a we-need-to-manage-optics party?" he asks warily, old scars from the scandal clearly still tender in places. "A genuinely good party," I say, smiling. "Just family and friends, celebrating everything without any agenda attached." Something visibly relaxes in his expression. "That actually sounds

‘’I need a favour from you" ‘’Whatever you wish ,my lord!!’’ I said and did a curtsy , or tried to do it. ‘’Okay, I need two favours now. First, do not ever-like ever and I mean it-do the curtsy without seeing pride and prejudice first ,since you are so not good at it . Second, I need you to do a gig tomorrow since it is my birthday and my friends and I like your music a lot -do not worry about dad. I have told him that you will be on leave that day and will be doing a gig in a bar I have already booked and you will be paid. Of course , of course’’