Im A Ballar Novels & Stories

Jason Peters opened his eyes slowly; he was beginning to come out of his extremely droopy state finally. His eyelids fluttered as though they were in the making of a slow motion video. All these were the after effects of staying up the whole night playing video games and at the same time hiding from his mom to avoid any of her reprimands for his"unethical behaviour". He was allowed to be up till at least 9pm during holidays, but he stayed awake till a whooping 2am the next morning.

Chapter Seven - Fate Balor’s POV I stood in front of my mirror. Steam from my hot shower was still fogging up my mirror. My upper body was still covered in droplets of water, my towel wrapped around my waist as I wiped away the condensation from the mirror. I was always glamoured when in the city I hardly had time to look like my true self. My scarlet hair was always dulled, my eyes not as bright, and my ears perfectly rounded.

He happened to have built his warehouse from the scratch and although it was distinct from the family's own in Russia, he thrived efficiently in his business. Still thinking about the warehouse issue, Imade came to the living room and snuggled herself close to him. "What seems to bother you babe?" She asked, noticing his gloomy face. "A Lot of shit happening lately but I will be fine" He responded not reacting in any form to her touch. "I just remembered something! Babe, I got us entry into a ball tomorrow night" Imade announced smiling at him. "A ball?" He asked, looking up at her confused. "Yeah a ball; a masked ball to be precise"

That mustn’t had been an act, would it? I clicked my tongue as I entered the ball room. Then I walked straight up to the stage, Roland was there with a mic and Demetri sat on a chair beside him. As I climbed up, Demeteri got up and was about taking my hand when I stopped him and I went up to Roland and I took the mic from him. “Hello everyone, it is annoucement time.” I said to them. They all looked up at me and drew closer. “The reason for this Ball is not for celebration, neither is it to eat and to drink.”

The girls grasped, horrified. "I have to look my best," she flipped her hair arrogantly, as she walked away. "Ok, what ball is she talking about?" I asked baffled and the girls shared a horrified look. "You know, your ideas of balls is people coming together and partying?" "Yes…" I furrowed my eyebrows at them. "Well this one is different," Maya whispered and I gulped, getting scared already. "They are going to break you to the core." "What?"

I laugh shaking my head at them, “They did not tell me they loved me. We’re just friends' guys stop.” Olivia rolls her eyes, “Okay, whatever. You’re still coming to the ball.” I shake my head, “I can’t go to the ball. I have nothing to wear, and I’ve never been before. I don’t think I’d like it.” I half lie. Honestly, I’m nervous. I know I’m getting away with my hidden identity here, but there’s bound to be someone at the ball who has seen me before. I can’t risk it.

An annoying voice screeches. I blink rapidly bringing my attention back to the present, Janet is standing at the door, a hand on her hips, her eyes shooting daggers at me, her normal state. I grin at her “hello Janet what-” “What are you doing!? Why are you just standing there? You’ve been here for almost two hours already! You have ball duty! Get it!” That’s right the ball thing, I did some research and I finally know what a ball is, and just like I predicted rich people are fucking crazy, “of course Ma’am.”

“My dear, you mustn’t be so adorable. I fear our little agreement may not restrain me much longer.” Alia blinked, utterly baffled, and stared at him with wide, confused eyes, as if completely missing his meaning. Her clueless reaction drew a hearty laugh from Marcellus, who reached out to tousle her hair. “Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. Don’t worry—I know the idea of organizing a ball feels daunting, especially with your ‘amnesia.’ But you won’t have to handle it alone. You’ve never done it solo before, either.” He sat back, crossing his legs leisurely as he continued.

School was uneventful the past week thankfully. Lucas had also apologised for his behaviour I wonder if it had anything to do with the meeting between our two packs? Everything was looking on the up I was thriving and enjoying my little independence bubble. Tonight is the night of the ball and I’m feeling really excited about it. Marisha is on the ball committee and has not shut up about every fine detail going into it. The girls have all decided to get ready at my place while the boys are going over to Alvin’s.

Fucking ball! I leaned into my black office chair and kicked away from the wooden table. I let out a sigh as I stared up at the silver chandelier that hung from the ceiling. My study was quiet, just like it always was. The only sound coming from the buzz of the air-conditioner as it blew in cool air. I had popped the first two buttons of the black shirt and loosened the band on my jet black hair earlier. I brought my hand up to run through the length of my hair. I might need to trim it, now that this ball's coming up. This is the one thing I wasn't able to stop when I assumed head of the Black Rose. This stupid fucking ball. Ballo del Diavolo. Ballo del Diavolo.