Chord Party Favor Novels & Stories

The preference The choices The contingency - Percy I've always been a very stubborn man, I liked my kink, and it has been a while since I've been into the club. Not since we've been involved with Jacqueline, to be exact. And tonight I have a party invitation, a members-only exclusive kind of party. Grady knew about my preference, he did not blink an eye or look the other way, he was totally comfortable with the fact that I like to tie up my women and spank them to submission.

"It's the congressman's birthday and all the bachelors and business owners here in the city are invited. Mr. Davis is one of the guests of honor. He chose you to be his partner in the party." I clenched my fist hidden under the table. "Can I decline?" I asked timidly. "Why don't you want to attend?" Dad asked. The corner of my lips twitched and I looked away. CareLikeGoldFish, my favorite author, and I agreed to have a greet and meet the next day but I couldn't voice out that excuse because Papa would definitely not agree. I'm running out of my wits when Lyndon suddenly said, "Vine will attend the party."

They were both from my pack and they whispered softly, gossiping about a house party on the neighbouring territory. It seemed to be the hottest topic of conversation the past week, everyone wanted to attend. "Alpha Gabriel turns 18 next week and he's invited everyone from our pack to his party next Saturday. I'm definitely going, are you coming with me?" Chelsey questioned excitedly. "Yes!" Amber replied enthusiastically. "Of course, everyone is going to be there. I'm not missing out." I tuned them out after they began giggling, whispering breathlessly about what they were going to wear.

To the left was a table of exquisite wines that I can only afford if i donated my two kidneys, donated Louisa's liver and sold of Megan's grandma for money rituals. And I'm talking about buying just a glass. Whoever is hosting this party uses five dollar bills for toilet paper. I mean, it's really useless to him. And to the right a round table of sugary treats. The types and numbers of cakes here I couldn't count. But I'm banking on leaving here with a diabetes type one. The music being played wasn't the usual classics of Mozart and Beethoven, it was simple blues in almost hushed tones that could give you a skin massage by just listening to it.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of gifts and baked goods, congratulator hugs, followed by a meal, piano playing, and dancing. Cordia was obligated to dance with her new fiancé though it was awkward to say the least, not just because of his missing arm but more so because she could not stand to be held so closely to him. Everyone clapped and cheered, some insisting that the new couple kiss, to which Cordia was able to draw the line, based on her own modesty.

"Yes, I agree. I'm willing to be your partner in your company's annual party on thursday, but I have a favor." He suddenly chuckled before offering his hand for a handshake. "Whatever it is, Sophia, I'm glad you agreed." "I'll talk to you later about my favor, I hope you would help me." "I told you, whatever it is, as long as you agreed to be my partner, then I'm willing to help you." "Thanks in advance, JM." I said finally accepted his hand. When Craig and I were left alone, I gasped as he suddenly pulled me to my seat.

"Like sin." She smiled, slow and knowing and dangerous. "Then it's a good thing you already swore yourself to me, isn't it?" The party proceeded as a symphony. There were toasts, there was laughter, too much champagne. A jazz band took the place of the string quartet, and the rhythm shifted from refined to electric. Sequins and laughter crowded the dance floor as individuals danced beneath the fairy lights as glasses were filled again and again without ever having to be refilled.

"I'll make sure everything is perfect." After Giulia left for the kitchen, Dante frowned in confusion. "I'm the one who's allergic to caviar. Since when are you allergic too?" I lowered my eyes to hide the coldness in them. "I'm so used to remembering your preferences that when she asked, I accidentally said yours instead. It doesn't matter. As long as you're happy, I can eat anything." His expression softened and he leaned down to kiss the spot behind my ear. "I've already received the family’s signet ring. Tomorrow, at my father's birthday banquet, I'll formally inherit the position of head of the family.”

The pulsing bass of the music thrummed through Alex’s chest as hi. and his best friend Jordan stepped into the dimly lit private club. The invitation had come earlier that week — an exclusive underground party that Jordan swore would be unforgettable. “Trust me, bro,” Jordan had said with a grin. “This isn’t your average club night. You need this after everything with Sarah.”

When I was little, Mom told me I'd damaged Gemma, my sister's hearing, so she and Dad gave Gemma ninety-nine "favor coupons"——every time she cashed one in, I had to give in. On my birthday, Gemma wanted mango cake. She used one of her coupons, and Mom replaced my birthday cake with mango cake, even though I was allergic to it. When Gemma got caught smoking at school, she used another coupon, and Mom made me take the blame for her. The whole school thought I was a troublemaker. For an entire year, no one would so much as talk to me. ... Between the ages of eight and eighteen, Gemma used ninety-six coupons. And ninety-six times, I was the one pushed aside. I thought that once she used th