Monsters Inc Party Central Novels & Stories

"C'mon, tell me about it. Ichabod's time loop game is mad, man. Can you imagine? an obsessed fan of mine also told me of how I promised to take her out, well I'm definitely considering that. Theo said looking over at Lucian whose eyes dimmed seeing something in his system. "Guys, our business alliance that were here yesterday is throwing a big middle year party till dawn, tomorrow. And we are invited to come with second parties strictly." Lucian read out from his system. "Yeah!! That's the life I'd dreamt of coming through. Party! Party! Party!" Theo exclaimed. "Wait, what do they mean by second party? I don't have no second party for now. I mean, we just arrived, literally."

*Cade's POV* We spend the rest of the rest of the week convincing everyone to come to Monroe’s party Friday. Naturally, they all come with the promise of free liquor and at the party, Monroe plays a little slide show of her and Maddy breaking down the entire incident, including the photo evidence and it finishes with Monroe saying, “If you’re like us and are sick of Mackenzie’s shit,” and then Monroe and Maddy together say, “Vote for Maddy!” Everyone cheers and Mackenzie storms off and out of the party.

My mother wouldn't stop rummaging through my closet for something for me to wear tomorrow night. "Amabell isn't so bad," Lindsey says, trying to make me feel better. "Besides, how many people can say they've been in a room full of Alphas and Betas and Lunas? I don't know about you, but important people are so interesting. It's just exciting to be around them." "It's less exciting when your Dad is one of them," I say. "Well, I wish I could go to something like that. If anything, you know there's going to be good food."

The hotel was a fortress of black marble and gold, guarded by men whose jackets barely concealed their tactical gear. Lizzie was there, her face pale but her eyes gleaming with malice. "Watch. The manager is going to come out and tell us there’s no record of a 'Jayden' here. Then we can finally put this charade to bed." A man in a tailored tuxedo approached the group. His aura was that of a high-ranking beta. "The party for the Afolayan Dominion?" "We're with Chika Whitmore," Jacob interjected, stepping forward with fake confidence. "He said there was a table?"

“I hear that you are in the market for some information on where you could find one of the vampires from Pete's army. I got what you are looking for but it not going to be free.” Glory looked up from her conversation to find all of her family looking at her and then she went back to her phone call. “Tony give me a sec, k” Glory put the phone on mute and looked towards her family. “What are all of you staring at?” They were all looking at her like she was crazy but it was her uncle that spoke “Tell the boy that you are willing to make a deal”. Glory wasn't to happy about it but she took the phone off of mute. “Alright Tony what do you want for the info” “That's simple legs, I want a second ch

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

Lawrence appeared for the dinner date, and the kids cried out in fear, screaming, “Monster! Monster!” It was so damn embarrassing, and no matter what they did, the kids just wouldn’t stop. I made sure that Becky and Avril were too busy to help her out with the kids, I made myself unavailable as well, making it impossible for her to go on with that dinner date. She canceled her date that night and I was so excited to see that happen. My plan was that after all this is over, I’ll need to convince the kids that it was all a lie and monsters don’t exist, but Hillary beat me to it. Yes, she did, she made the kids like him again, and bin a few months, they were drawn to him again, especially when

They'll bump onto each other one way or another. "Owen never attends it," she's really good at reading me, "So please, come. There'll be a bunch of chocolates and alcohol, perfect to cure your broken heart." *** The party is sick. Madeline Knight has multiple booths at her garden and ballroom, providing more than twenty stations for the kids to go for trick or treat and play games, until 9pm when everyone under eighteen were requested to leave so the adults can have a real sick party. I was already fascinated by how fun the party was because I enjoyed playing the games with the kids, but when 10pm hits, Madeline brings out a whole crew of dancers in accordance to her Arabian Night theme.

I answered honestly. Mae gave me an understanding look. She couldn’t sleep either, and had only just stopped berating herself for letting the twins get taken. Just then, my phone buzzed. The sound already notified who had messaged me. I went to my chat with Dr. Venom, where there was a new message. [The party is tomorrow. Happening at 143 PMS Street, Martinez Road] What? My eyes went so wide, they almost bulged out of my head. “Mae!”

"There will be someone waiting for you at the airport when you land. One of Oliver's assistants. The party starts at eight and is a pretty chill function. Whether or not you decide to stay for the later night festivities is up to you." "I know this isn't your type of crowd, but it's Sebastian's type. So just stand by and monitor when the press decides to snapshot his moves. You'll be alright." The next text message is from Paul, giving me an update about his time with Pedro, my socially awkward Chihuahua. When I finish reading about how Pedro is doing hiding from Paul underneath my couch back home, I lock my phone and stare at the ceiling. With this intake of information, I would firstly con