Mahjong Party Comic Novels & Stories

In the afternoon, the door of the ward was opened, and Linda came in curiously. "What are you guys doing? I heard Maria’s laughter from outside..." Maria waved at her with a smile, "They are playing Dou Di Zhu (a popular card game)." Linda came over with a smile, confused. "If it's them playing, then why are you so happy?" "Hahaha..." Maria’s face was almost wreathed in smiles, her eyes lit up. "Because my husband won, I'm the one who gets the money. How can I not be happy?"

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

He flicked her chin up and smiled. "Let's go in babe, we don't wanna ruin Joon's party do we?", he winked and left her standing there for a second before she came running back in at his side. Minjae linked their arms together and they went in. The club was booming with loud music and it took her a hot minute to spot the two standing in one corner, laughing softly to themselves. A/N: CUE TO PLAY MMMH

The day we move into our new home, Nora Ford says the first toast at our housewarming party has to be to my parents. When I come home with an armful of groceries, I find my mom scrubbing pots in the kitchen. She's wearing a gray apron, her sleeves soaked through. The backs of her hands are scalded from hot water. On the living room couch, Nora's male assistant, Caleb Jackson, sits with his parents. He's wearing my slippers and holding my cat in his arms, ordering toward the kitchen, "Mrs. Shepherd, the soup's a little bland and could use some more salt!" Dad crouches on the balcony, fixing the wooden rocking horse he's spent two weeks building by hand. A crack blooms across the horse's h

Lance stood there, jaw tight, eyes still on the direction Ragnar had walked. Jungwoo leaned back against the ledge again, completely relaxed. “He doesn’t like me,” he said. Lance let out a quiet scoff. “You just figured that out?” Jungwoo tilted his head slightly, watching Lance instead now. “It’s not about me.” Lance didn’t answer. The next day a small party was held in honor of Ping. The party was small, but loud enough. Music echoed through the mansion, glasses clinked, laughter filled the rooms, and for once everyone seemed relaxed. Porto was already arguing with Mar about something stupid, Jungwoo was sitting on the counter eating candy like he lived there, and Ping Lee was talking to R

I post a short story about a girl with a hopeless crush. She keeps risking her life for him and humiliating herself, and the story blows up online. Some people call me out for abusing the heroine, and one says I must be the heroine herself. When I see this comment, I reply, "Yeah, I'm her." I put my phone down. I get a little tipsy at the party and fall asleep against the couch. When I wake up, I see Yvonne Scott holding my phone, laughing as she reads my story aloud. "Black stud earrings, always dressed in black. I knew it was Xavier as soon as I read that. I can't believe you're the author." She waves the phone around. "See? I knew she had a crush on you for five years, but she never

Mj locked eyes with Ace, and he quirked a half smile as the deadly gleam in her eyes matched his own. “We are going to play a little game, rabbit,” Mj began. Moxie and Jay high-fived one another at her use of their pet name for prey while Ed only folded his head into his hands and mumbled to himself. “Now that we can play in private, I'm gonna tell you the rules... I am going to ask you questions and if I don't like your answer, or you take too long to answer, I am going to bite off one of your fingers and swallow it...do you understand?”

“Why, yes! Why?” “Oh, this is such a coincidence! I have a friend who is very wealthy and loves to play mahjong, but her skills are not on par. But, you know, a rich lady like her doesn’t even care about money, she purely enjoys the fun the game brings her, so she doesn’t even blink every time she loses tens of thousands of dollars.” Then, Hannah lowered her voice and said cautiously, “It just so happens that she’s looking for a few friends to play mahjong with her every day, I wonder if you are interested. We can join forces and win big cash from her!”

Mary said in an apathetic tone. "I understand, I overheard them talking and Mr. Armani asked Mr. White what arrangements he made for the afternoon. It seems that Mr. White was saying he hired someone to play mahjong at Rui Society a little later." "Play mahjong? Henrique knows how to play mahjong?" Mary was a little surprised, but at the same time found it funny. "If that's the case, it's probably because of the social gathering. Mary, if you want to see Mr. White, you can go to Rui Society later." Alice suggested.

Jessica sat on the side, pretending not to hear. A group of people hadn't gathered like this for a long time. They were barbecuing and chatting about recent events, feeling relaxed and content. At noon, Mona ordered food, and after a satisfying meal, everyone got ready to play mahjong. Hannah was addicted to playing mahjong, but unfortunately, she wasn't very good at it. In just three to four hours one afternoon, her face was almost covered in tissues. Caesar had something to do in the evening, so he left early. Lance also had a dinner appointment, and Hannah had plans as well, so they all dispersed.