Mahjong Party Comic Novels & Stories

Jace rolled his eyes at them. "This party is quite boring. Let add some fun to it ,let play game guys" Jim suggested in an excited tone "What boring game now, Scrabble huh ?" Tyle replied sarcastically. He and Ian busted into laughter seeing Jimmy glaring at him, with a killer expression. "Stop it,, idiot! , Annoying Jerk!!" Jace smacks the back of his head "Ouch !!, that hurt love" he pouted rubed the back of his head.

White's likings and habits. Naturally, Stella could not join their conversation. Thankfully, they ignored her most of the time, aside from their discussion about her in the beginning. Stella played her part as the person who ate and chatted with them, so things were not too difficult for her. After the ladies had their meal, they started Mah-Jongg, a tile-based game. Stella then played the part of the tea lady. She poured them tea and got them desserts. Once everything was prepared, she sat aside and spectated.

Now I’m a joke at this place. Mia pretended nothing had happened earlier and walked past the man, but her steps stopped when she saw the headlines in the newspaper that the man was reading. She disrespectfully pulled the newspaper from the owner and ignored the man’s surprised scolding because her focus was only on the bold block letters in the newspaper entitled; “JAXON BRADWOOD AND RED CAGE CLUB HELD A FRIDAY PARTY IN AURELIA’S CASTLE, DON’T COMING. NO ONE WAS INVITED TO THIS PARTY. JUST A USUAL RED CAGE PARTY!”

I really got in my head thinking this was a different sort of party that I should be scared of. Just like every other parties, people are also grouped up. Some are playing beer pong consisting of mostly the loudest and the craziest men who does nothing but scream and shout and make some faces. Some of them might be bullies too because the energy that they’re resonating smelled like they’re filled with shit. Some of the girls are all huddled up in one corner and they were just giggling. They’re probably telling stories about boys and men. Maybe they are comparing the difference between those two.

The four of them set up a mahjong table and started a mahjong war. In the kitchen, Amelia was busy with her own and Daron, Darren, and Richard were also busy preparing their specialty dishes. This was considered the first family reunion dinner for the White family, and they all took it very seriously. “Dad, I am sorry, I have whiffed again.” Kevin smiled as he laid down his cards. Renea also silently set down her cards and said, “I am also won.”

Those people have someone to save them. ‘It doesn't have to be me.’ But Angel doesn't have that. ‘He only has me,’ his chest tightened. Or.. Tony hesitated on his steps. He can already see the people inside in the middle of the restaurant. Playing something on the green felted table. ‘Mahjong?’ Incredulous. ‘They also have gambling?’ Then Tony’s face softened. Remembering a childhood that he almost forgot. Then his eyes hardened. Silver eyes sharp again. Cold. His eyes trained on Don Leon’s face.

Those who were working hard in the building saw the boss walk out. Their tensed bodies suddenly collapsed on the chair like relaxed bowstrings. Then they jumped up again, quickly cleaned up the table, turned off the phone, and got off work. In the suburban villa, the party was over. The staff began to clean the venue. Mo Feitong looked at Winson and joked, "Your Uncle Mo specially made this party for you. Isn't it a big gift?" Which child's birthday party would have a professional dance group to cheer him up? It was still in such a big villa. After all, his venue was a special place for the rich and powerful families to celebrate the propose or marriage.

What about Briva, did he fuck her as well? "Is the party planning committee done here? I have somewhere I need to be." I asked out loud, interrupting the conversation between Xael and Furgo. They both looked up. "Yes. Let's meet up again when the cages arrive." Xael answered. I nodded. "Party planning committee?" Furgo asked. I nodded again. "We are planning a party. That makes us a committee. And The Office is one of the best tv shows." I explained. They all looked at me with confusion. "I will think of some cocktails, since you guys don't have any taste." I added lastly as a joke, to which Xael and Furgo both laughed. Laughed.

“Okay, so my coworker Jules just got back from this insane retreat her sister made her go on, and—” I didn’t know how long passed, but eventually, all the food had disappeared, and my sides ached from laughing so much. “Maybe I’ll track those people down, schedule a corporate retreat for my guys,” I said. Paige swiped a tear from her eye. “If you do, I’m going. I have to see all these mafia guys covered in yogurt and cucumbers.” I burst out laughing again at the image of Stan, naked except for a thick coating of yogurt, nodding and seriously giving me an update on the warehouses.

“Is that… a painting of Lauren riding a tiger?” Lauren grinned. “Commissioned it myself. It’s called Queen Shit. Got it done a few days back and thought i would mess with Axel and put it up.” Her eyes glared playfully. Mia giggled, curling into the oversized couch. She sank into the cushions as Daniel and Axel debated bedroom logistics, and Lauren danced around lighting incense for “positive horny energy.” By the time the pizza delivery arrived—again—they were all starving. This time, the box was guarded like gold.