Oh Party Party Yeah Novels & Stories

“Crayons?” “Official contract stationery,” he says without looking up. “Feels binding.” Doris pours coffee. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t care. She’s seen everything. He’s written THE HOLIDATE PACT at the top in green block letters. I raise an eyebrow. “Holidate?” “Holiday plus date. Trademark pending.” I steal the red crayon. We work fast. Mandatory appearances (non-negotiable): - New Year’s Eve (trial run) - Valentine’s Day

The room descended into chaos as the officers scrambled to coordinate with banks, trying to secure the cash as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, I bit down hard on my lip and shut my eyes, replaying the final moments of the call in my mind. I was sure of it—just before the call ended, I heard it—the faint yet unmistakable howl of wind, like a ghostly wail echoing through an empty tunnel. Gripping the arm of the officer closest to me, I demanded, "Play back the recording. The last few seconds. Hurry!" My urgency startled everyone, but they complied without hesitation.

The spotlight hit me dead-on. I calmly set my glass down, smoothed my midnight-blue velvet gown, and stood up. As I walked toward the stage, I passed Juliet, who sat right by the aisle. Just as I stepped past her— Riiip! A sharp, tearing sound broke through the noise. My gown had split open on the left thigh. "Oh, my god! Is she exposed?" "Her dress just ripped!" "Was that on purpose? Trying to get attention? That's so low." "Yikes."

she smiled again. -- [Daryl's Party] It's 8pm, and the party is already in a hoop. Electronic pop music swirled with the sharp night air, and the loudness pulsated through the walls and doors. Males and females holding solo cups, students drinking on stage, dancing and swaying with the music tempo. The house is full to the brim. The party is happening in Daryl's house, and as a spoilt brat that she is, she got everything at the tip of her fingers since her parents are out of the country.

Both of us were stunned. The tall and slim man shouted drunkenly. He held his glass and walked toward us. He mumbled, “Thank you, Kevin, for providing us with such a nice dating platform. “If I can find a girlfriend here, I will surely give you a huge reward. “I must toast to you today.” Kevin immediately lifted his glass and clinked it against the man’s glass. “I hope you get what you wish for, Liam.” Kevin did not drink. He only drank soda, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank it.

Damn him! "You're such a turn on Lori, such a beautiful sexy blushing young woman. I could fuck you all day, all night, and have you as my meals if I could. You're wet baby, so wet for me. So ready, so eager for me." He trailed his sexy words as I blushed deeper. I never thought that words only could make me so damn horny.

"So what do you think? Does it lives up to your expectations" Bianca grinned as she tossed her drinks back. "More than lives up to it. This is the best house party ever. I'm having a blast and all my workmates are here and there's alcohol, what in the world am I going to complain about" she yelled over the music. Sophia punched the air. "Yes! I'm a freaking genius". "You definitely are" Sana hyped as she got up from her seat. "Oliver is out back, gotta go see if he needs anything".

she playfully said. Czarina Olena chuckled. "Well, we're all hungry, and we've been introducing ourselves for quite some time." The woman smiled brightly. "I apologize for my tardiness, everybody, but I am Lady Natasha Ozera. You may call me Tasha. Pleased to meet you all," she confidently greeted. It was so silent—all you could hear was a heartbeat pulsing through your ears. My entire family was wide-eyed, and the Belikovs stared at us confusedly.

"That's a bummer though. You should've brought a little wolfsbane to get us wasted. It's our bachelorette party anyway." I was about to reply but the music boomed louder and the party goers started to dance. The song of Earth, Wind and Fire, September played at the same time the lighting flashed spiritedly around, making me realize that the theme of the party was more like disco-ish. Not wild but definitely jamming. Damn, Primrose might be a diva queen but she knew how to throw a decent party.

His cheerful voice was evident that he was so excited for the upcoming event even though he knew nothing about it. “Mm, see you later baby” she saw them out of the room before resuming her place on the dressing table. “Your son is very handsome and adorable ma’am. He looks like a celebrity kid. I wonder who his father is or how handsome he is.” The makeup lady couldn't stop herself from