One Big Party Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tessa added, her tone suddenly brighter. I groaned. “Aren’t these people ever tired of throwing parties?” She laughed, the sound bubbling through the phone. “This one’s different, it’s for Mr. Everhart’s close associate. On a private island. The theme is The Great Gatsby. It's more like the coming together of billionaire families.” I sat up straighter. “Wait, you mean full twenties glamour?” “Exactly,” she confirmed. “Well, that’s… at least a little different,” I admitted, already picturing the chaos of feathers, pearls, and champagne towers.

The tension was still there, but it felt less like a threat and more like a promise. “Are you sure we’ve covered everyone on the guest list?” I asked, clipboard in hand, scrolling through names with Sebastian in the conference room. He nodded, eyes sharp as he tapped on his tablet. “Yes. Investors, board members, some long-time family friends. Theodore’s birthday is a big deal. We can’t afford any slip-ups.” I smiled, trying to keep my nerves in check. “Honestly, I’m surprised you let me help this much.” Sebastian smirked, that confident tilt to his lips. “I need someone who actually cares about how the party looks. Plus, you’re good at this stuff.”

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Hera expressed. "We are." At that moment, the Mayor emerged from upstairs, coming down from the wide staircase that parted the hall into two. He came and greeted Hera politely. This was the first time that Hera was meeting him face to face. Before that, she only saw him on the television screen. Upon looking, he appeared very mature and his bit face was a bit intimidating. Out of a sudden, she noticed that Amanda inherited nothing from her father. Although Amanda had the hint of Kimberly's hair and skin tone, there was nothing of her father's. Hera shook the thought away, scolding herself internally, and focused on the party. "How is your health, Mr. Mayor?"

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

How do I take care of this child? What do I do now? Getting rid of it is definitely not an option, I don’t want blood on my hands. How do I even break this news to Angela? That I got pregnant for a one night stand? A man I barely know? The only thing I know about that guy is the fact that he’s rich and his name is Drake and he organizes galas on Tuesdays. Who gets pregnant for a man that hosts galas on Tuesdays? I begin to pace back and forth again until I hear the front door open.

“That’s part of life, Gaby. Boys are boys. Anyway, who is the guru?” “Who else, it’s Jeff,” Gaby said. “I don’t like this annoying man.” “Riki is right, Gaby. Talking about these things is all about growth, especially for men.” Ashlee said. Gaby frowned. Riki laughed. “To get rid of your bad mood, the party at grandfather’s house will be held later. We are going.” Riki said. “Is that today?” Belle asked. “Yeah! You guys will love it, I promise! Especially you, Gaby!” Riki said, smiling.

' He convinced himself. "By the way, did you see anything strange that day at the party?" He changed the topic. "Nothing that I can remember of, why?" "There was a trespasser. We recently found out. The guest list had 102 people but 103 attended." It was impossible. The party had proper security arranged, with CCTV cameras in every corner and multiple guards at all the entrances. Guests needed special invitation passes for entering. How could someone sneak in with high security like that? Suddenly, Blair remembered something.

He led Lucas and Emma into the house as the guards began disposing of the body in the drive-way. Oliver’s large house felt very small upon entering it. It was filled with countless statues and paintings lining the walls. Everywhere else was occupied by half naked people dancing together to music that apparently only they could hear, as no music was playing. Oliver led Lucas and Emma up stairs to a room filled only with a long table and surrounding chairs.

Lisa grumbles, she tries to hide her face and believe me I stand with her, and right now, I think I’m about to gag from all this drama, but I think I can survive because nothing, and I mean nothing beats my sister’s. “what the fuck do you want hobo” Lisa sounded indifferent, not even trying to hide her irritation as she gave Stephen cold stares. “Babe, don’t be like that… this hobo here, just wants to make his princess happy” Stephen sounded like fucking cupid and makes me cringe “Are you seriously shitting with me, who are you calling princess?” “You babe… tell me, what would you like for breakfast hmm… strawberry milk or chocolate milk?” Stephen asks, holding out a pack of both strawberry