Mahjong Party Comic Novels & Stories

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!”

for as long as I can remember. I’m twenty now, and I’m tired of coming on my own fingers while thinking about him. So when Mia mentioned the party — the one Jace hosts twice a year, invitation only, for people who like to “play” — I made her bring me. I didn’t know what “play” meant until right now. “Holy shit,” Jade breathes. “Is that—” I follow her gaze and my stomach drops. The living room is massive, dimly lit, with naked bodies…people everywhere.

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.”

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.

I squeaked. “What?” Kimmy questioned. “It has a red room!” I declared. “What the fuck?” Morgan said. “That’s not all. The living room has a stripper’s pole that comes up out of the concrete coffee table!” I disclosed. “Are you serious?” Kimmy asked. “I swear to God!” I said. “So, what theme do we want to do?” Morgan queried. “I know!” Kimmy said. “Lingerie and PJ party.” “Kimmy,” I said.

Everything I wouldn’t usually let her eat. Reg cheered. ‘Pizza party!’ He started up a chant of, ‘Pizza party, pizza party, pizza party!’ to which he shook his paw in the air. It quickly derailed into an out-of-tune version of the Fast Food Song, which he had apparently learnt the entire dance to as well.