Debauchery At The Dinner Party Novels & Stories

she said, holding him, as she tried to wake him up from whatever nightmare she thought he was having. "It felt so real," he said again. If only she understood! She didn't see what he saw! When she finally did, it was too late! It was Death's day! ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: The party had started. As expected, everyone seemed to be in high spirits, as they laughed, danced, ate, and hailed their alpha. The maids had a tough time dealing with the "more whisky, please," audience. Even Damon, who looked ruffled the previous night, made sure he was not left out.

Just the idea of their hands on my body makes me want to gag. ‘’Thank you’’ I said to Devin when he finally decided to settle on one balcony and take a glass of wine for himself and me. He looked at me confused so I went into details “for not allowing me to dance with them, you know.” I faked shivering and puke that made Devin laugh lightly. ‘’You wanted to attend parties like this right?’’ I rolled my eyes before taking a sip of the red wine in my glass. “Gatherings at Mávros Enterprises, not parties like this.’’

Chapter One: The Temptress A grand party is currently happening in one of the most prestigious 5-star restaurants to celebrate the third wedding anniversary of Bea Wrights and her billionaire husband, Kirk Wrights. Every guest is wearing brands that can feed at least a hundred children to show off their wealth. Most of them chose that night to flaunt their newest collection and some of them even bought something before the party started. Everyone wants to show their ego. Everyone wants to outshine one another.

And the thing is, as annoying as Natasha’s unhelpful meddling is, I've already brightened. While I’m very fond of a classy event, I’m positively rapturous about debauchery. They’ve actually handed me victory. The folders are abandoned. The chart's forgotten. Because the palette was never the point. The palette was the appetizer. The bachelor party is the meal, and now I have it in writing, more or less, from a woman who'll claim later she never agreed. "I'm going to make the rehearsal dinner unforgettable," I announce. Both of them turn.

Inside the bathroom, Debra huffed, "Drake, you pervert! Wait till I come out and gouge your eyes out." Facing away from the bathroom, Drake stood with his hands on his hips. "What's your problem, taking a bath at this hour?" "What else am I supposed to do? Ask yourself what you put in the banquet hall. It affected me too, okay?" "What did I put in?" Drake blurted out, then quickly realized she was referring to the aphrodisiac used to liven things up. The drug, not that strong, had been used at every party held by him. He had been used to it, but he hadn't expected Debra to be affected.

She grinned, even a little mockingly. Beverley subconsciously clenched her hands under the table. She wanted to reply to Emma’s words, but the servants had already come to deliver the food. So she just snorted and ignored the woman. So much food was served on the table. It was all fancy food because Michael wanted this to be a memorable family dinner party. Old people do sometimes have excessive desires. The dinner party, which was only attended by a few people, finally began. They chatted and occasionally quipped about Brent and Beverley’s marriage.

"Okay madam, I will leave now." This evening was the most important event for single maidens of New York City. Apparently, there was a dinner party held by the mother of the most wanted bachelor in town, Drake Silvermoon. Every invited girl knew that it was not an ordinary dinner party; it was a competition to win Drake's heart. So they tried to look their best to please Drake’s eye, but still decent enough to pass his mother's moral standard. While his mother was busy catering to the guests, Drake Silvermoon sat next to his beta at the dinner party, looking depressed.

A table was broken into half at the centre and the food that resembled a banquet rolled on the floor, scattered and disorganized. Most of the food were on different faces and clothes and the worst was Penelope who had a whole velvet cake mashed all over her face and eyes with some sticking to her hands. The anxiety I always feeling earlier dissipates into raw, unfiltered humor and I can't help keeling over to break into laughter “Oooh, look who decided to grace our lovely banquet with his majestic charms” Penelope begins sarcastically “The one, the only” Jack adds “Uncle Romie!!!” Mason screams out making me to wince due to the loud noise as he makes his way to my arms and I quickly engulf h

"Make sure the wine is decanted by 6 PM. And tell the chef to switch the entree to Lobster Thermidor. No heavy sauces." The maid looked at Harper nervously. Harper nodded slightly, signaling her to listen. Isabella caught the exchange and smirked. "Oh, and Harper? Tonight is a formal business dinner. My father and the board members will be here. Try to wear something... appropriate. Nothing off the rack, please." [The Dinner Party] At 7:00 PM, the guests arrived. Bankers in Italian suits, board members with cigars, and at the center of them all, Richard Vance, the banking tycoon.

The two of them together were basically a power duo. "Babe, you seriously can't stand me now, huh?" "Yep. I absolutely picked the wrong guy back then." And there they went again. Nicole fled faster than Cola escaping bath time. Jeremy, trapped there with nowhere to run, sat in silence. Seriously. What unforgivable sin had he committed in life to deserve this? The next day, the dinner gathering officially kicked off, with dishes made from cold-resistant potatoes, peanuts, cured sausage, and dried cabbage. Now that the relationship was out in the open, Hughie and the rest no longer had to pretend not to notice.