Mahjong Party Comic Novels & Stories

The Luchese Don remained silent. Then a beat. The air was thick with tension. It’s suffocating. Then Don Leon asked: “Wanna play mahjong?” ***

Jack asks the manager. "You are going to join one of the biggest city parties Where a lot of big mafia people are invited" "oh cool," says Jack excitedly "Finally an interesting party Music, food, drink, and... women" Jack says winking at angel when she rolls her eyes. "You are going to this party as a married couple." The manager said to them "What?" Both of them are shocked At the party in the evening, you enter the hall wearing a black dress, and Jack enters after you.

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.

“Are you sad for being ignored by the Little Prince?” Julian teased before placing his palm behind Mia's back, signaling the girl to follow him. "A little. He prefers cake to me,” Mia joked before stopping in front of the man who had just gotten up from the couch. “Would you guys still throw a party even though I haven't arrived?” Sebastian asked with his trademark lopsided smile. Snorting a laugh, Julian reached out a hand. "Let's think this is also a welcoming party for you," he replied, shaking the hand that gripped him tightly.

“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?”

He smiles playfully. *~* The party is booming with different people from the same class as usual. Mr. Montgomery sits in the wheelchair while I push him from behind. “These types of parties are boring,” he throws over his shoulder, but he nods his head to the slow music playing in the background. I laugh. It's nice to see that he's having fun, but we don't get far. Suddenly, Mrs. Llia, Pam, Lauren, and Rachel appear in front of us. “What are you doing?!” Mrs. Llia's voice is loud and clear, so loud that it attracts the attention of the guests. Everyone reels their heads in our direction, and the music stops dramatically. I stand there, looking awkward.

I summon the courage to rejoin the party, standing by Mario’s side. “Good girl,” Mario remarks, praising my smile as he wraps his arm around my waist. I feel the unpleasant weight of his touch, trying to suppress my shudder. As he converses with guests, his stale breath grazes my neck, causing a wave of revulsion to wash over me. I overhear his conversation with a group of Outfit men, discussing his upcoming bachelor party at the Outfit’s strip club, “On All Fours.” Their comments are lewd and repugnant. I yearn for this engagement party to come to an end.

The party began and there was music playing from the home theatre system, Irene the host and designated Dj took her job seriously playing hot jams mostly Afro beat from her phone and when Tj's Favourite song came on – Xtracool by Young John- she jumped up and broke out into a dance and Irene joined her, there was cheering, then Celia and Marvy joined in on the dance with the robot-dance and the sprinkler and everyone else joined in on the fun with laughter on their faces. It was a fun day, there was a Celine Dion rendition and lot's of laughter, there was gift giving, one by one, Tj's friends handed her gifts, each more thoughtful than the last. There were books about the Korean culture, a

"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.