Mahjong Party Comic Novels & Stories

MONICA The party keeps moving like nothing cracked, like Julian didn’t just blow a hole straight through the center of it, music loud again, bass rattling cups and ribs, people laughing too hard, dancing too fast, trying to outrun the secondhand discomfort hanging in the air. I stay where I am for a while, watching faces, watching Dominic disappear into bodies that pretend not to see him, watching the DJ pretend nothing happened, watching everything lie to itself.

“Looks like we’ve been summoned, pretty boy. Now this is what I call a party." He groans but lets me loop my arm tighter through his. “You’re insane,” he mutters, shaking his head. “C'mon what is a party without a little game of beer bong?” I ask, tugging him toward the table suddenly realizing this is the first time we are so close to each other. The beer bong is set up, a long tube snaking from the funnel to the waiting pitcher. And this here, is exactly all I need. “Alright, team Kev versus… whoever,” someone calls out, and the crowd laughs, nudging us forward.

“It’s certainly an exciting and fun game. Not everyone has the courage—or the skill—for it. I’m looking forward to watching Mr. Carson and Mr. Darren put on a show.” “…” Adriana’s heart thudded in her chest, swelling like a case of myocardial hypertrophy. Calvin—does this guy just enjoy watching chaos unfold? Carson casually ruffled his bangs and smiled. “Mr. Darren, please.” Darren’s face darkened instantly. Worried about a potential accident on his turf, Xavier quickly tried to defuse the situation with a smile. “There’s a mahjong table in the hall—and a poker table too. Why not head inside and have some fun?”

"I think Wesley's throwing another one because his parents are away. He'll hold a victory party after the game." "Wow, so cocky," Samara laughs. "What if you don't win?" "We will win," Jai interjects. "Well, he will hold a party to help us get drunk after a loss," Finn shrugs. "Either way, we're partying hard after the game." The bell dings softly as the entrance door to the burger shack open. Silence falls across our table as Miles walks in. He hasn't noticed us yet. He goes over to the counter, telling the girl behind the register, his order number.

"It's over! It's over! Time for mahjong!" Hilda could not hold back a laugh. With him around, life felt more lively and colorful.

He turns around, pushing in a cart laden with all sorts of treats: wine, seltzers, bread and cheese, fruit, and anything else that one could possibly think of. Chloe, just as oblivious to my pain as the others, rises from her seat on the couch and gasps. “Time to party!” she shouts. “I call dibs on the chips!” “Pour me some of that wine!” … I lean against the counter of our little en suite kitchen, a glass of sparkling water in hand as I watch the others play an intense game of Mario Kart on the television. Despite everything, a slight smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I watch them.

He look like a Korean? I closed my eyes. After the rewardings, the Special Numbers and Raffles followed. I got an Ipod from Raffles. Apple is the brand. So I was happy. After that, the special numbers were given the award. We all have Certificates. The artists too.. "Okay. Before the party starts, we will play a game. We need at least 8 members per group." said Emcee with a big smile. You are handsome. "KJ is not allowed! Everyone will cooperate. Only once will KJ not be allowed to come out of here." I just now noticed the glittering neon lights and chandeliers..

Chandler grinned and high-fived his bestfriend. Kace nodded. “What??? I think I’m gonna puke.” Jules stood up from her seat. Kris smirked at his bestfriend, knowing how much he’s pleased to tease Jules. “That’s a good one, dude.” “Alright then. Let’s have a masquerade party.” JM finally announced. ***

Looking closer, a couple dressed as bride and groom are on the cover. It is a wedding gift for her. For her only. 'Problem solved. Thought you might need this soon, Aki. Congratulations -I.' Unable to wait for that 'soon' that card refers to, she impatiently unwrapped the gift messily. Her naughty laugh echoed around the four corners of the room. The door was still locked upon double-checking. Carefully stacking the bills on her table until there was nothing left but a gun at the bottom of the gift. Totally unnecessary but still appreciated. Thank you very much. Sierra thought.

This is the start of Joker's story! Joker POV The neon lights of the club flicker and dance across the walls, casting colourful reflections on the polished surfaces. The place is alive, buzzin' with energy and excitement, filled with people laughin', drinkin', and enjoyin' the night. I couldn’t help but smirk at the irony of it all. They are throwin' me a leavers party, yet here I was, knowin' full well that it's not needed. But who was I to complain? There is food, booze, women, and more food—definitely more food.