Mad Hatter Party Novels & Stories

Cheryl’s eyes lit up again, looking from the ballroom back to Emily’s cautious but curious eyes. “Go on” Emily urged her “So I heard that after the whole formal golden jubilee celebration, the Hatton brothers are throwing an actual party here in this very ball after the parents have gone off to sleep. Trust me, there are no restrictions, no guest list no nothing, although it’s pretty low-key to still keep it classy and at bay. I think we should come, I know a guy in Williamsburg..…” “Are you fucking crazy Cher?” Emily cut in immediately in a whisper pulling her farther away from the entrance. “We’re not allowed to do that, we could get fired for that. We’re not allowed to attend occasions wi

I had a strong feeling that whatever she wanted to say was not going to matter, but since I had nothing else to do on my way to Helton’s, I stayed on the call. “Don’t be mad, but I’m having a party.” “Well, that’s great,” I said dryly. “It’s a big party.” “Okay?” I said, wondering why she was giving me all these unnecessary details. I did not ask and I did not care. “A lot of people from the pack will be attending. I—” “I don’t care about any party. I don’t need to know all this. It does not concern me. I—” “I’m having it tonight at the penthouse.”

“I’m starving. Now that Her Highness is awake, let’s have some breakfast.” “Wait.” I was able to hold her arm. “You, all of you, haven’t had your brekkie? But it’s late.” “You’re a horrible host.” She snarled. “And brekkie? Who are you?” Mad chuckled. “She’s been like that all morning.” “Why?” I looked at them, confused. “The party didn’t go as she initially planned,” Mad said. “Which is?” “We’re supposed to be at Nordia right now.” She snapped.

“Hi. I am Supriya.” “Hi. I am Amulya.” “Hi all. I am Sahithi.” “Welcome to The Mad Hatters.” “The what?” “The Mad Hatters. That’s the name of our group.” The girl named Betsy explained. “We shall be together when we are in the hostel. For everything.” The way she said it made Sahithi suspicious that it was not so simple. “What does our group do?” “Let’s eat first. We are already late.” He said starting his meal. “We will talk after dinner.” The five hungry students attacked their dishes with gusto making short work of them in no time. Soon, the table was full of empty plates.

Weed and champagne fogged my head. The whole moment felt surreal. In a trance, I walked through the new contemporary art museum called the Madder’s Hatter. I can’t believe this place. It’s so big and I haven’t even gotten inside yet. And where the hell is Sylvia? The Madder Hatter—or MH—was nothing like I’d ever seen. The articles called it an up and coming, contemporary art museum—housing five floors and over a thousand international works. Sylvia boasted that it was the new artistic hub for the city. To me, it looked like a massive sculpture. The building was a conversational piece. Shaped into a massive glass hat, it took up two blocks of Independence Avenue.

"Haha, you won't regret it? What can you possibly do?" Hattie scoffed and shouted at the men, "Now, hurry up and rip her clothes off!" As the men moved to strip Patience, many people at the party couldn't bear to watch and quietly closed their eyes. But the next second, the guy who was reaching for Patience suddenly crashed to the floor. Most people didn't even see how Patience had done it. This scene stunned the banquet guests. In the room, Madison and Hattie were absolutely shocked. "G-get her! Hold her down! She inhaled the smoke. It has aphrodisiacs; she's weak!" Hattie shouted urgently.

We all threw our hands up into the air, cheering, including Marie and me. This would be the first-ever party for Roma Aesthetics, and everyone was required to attend. Mr. Smith added, “A masquerade party suits everyone’s taste, so let’s go for that. The party will be held three days from now.” It became the main talk of our simple office celebration. Everyone discussed how big and great it would be. The she-wolves were talking about what to wear and how to impress possible dates at the party. Meanwhile, Marie whispered to me,

Ivy giggled, and Tate rolled his eyes. “Hey, Matt at Dark Moon is having a party this weekend. You guys want to go?” Lydia said. “Dark moon? I don't think that's a good idea. We're not exactly on the friendliest terms. We're not even allies,” Grayson said. “Oh, who cares about that! It's Matt's party! The guy is a fucking god! Have you seen that body? Holy shit, I can ride that stick!” Lydia said, and Coal and Tate spit their food out, choking on it.

She told me her dreams in life and I told her mine. We left the restaurant and went to a house party Madison insisted we go to to end her birthday. It was her birthday, her day, so I obliged. We came to an average-sized house about a mile away from the restaurant. Loud music already deafened me. "Mads, it's Monday! Who throws a house party on a Monday?" I wasn't up for it. "This is for me, actually. And the hosts are mutual friends!" We got out of the car and walked slowly towards the house. Madison led and I followed with my hands tucked in my pockets.

"I know. But you guys have never been to a party in high school and we graduate in months. That's tragedic! " "Uhmmm , we've been to a party once in junior high Maddie. " Jon said. "A party which you left after thirty minutes. " Maddie rolled her eyes. "Because a girl threw up on me! " Jon countered , almost raising his voice. Madison lets out a sigh. "How do I convince you guys to go to the party with me? " "How about never? " Jonathan gave her a tight smile , letting her know how determined he was to never going to the party.