Pansy Parkinson Yule Ball Novels & Stories

Upon exiting the car, Dylan, Riki, Matt, and Joey immediately joined them. “Where is Clark?” Sasha asked. “He’s in the flat. He doesn’t want to take part in the masked dance.” Riki said. “Come on in, guys!” Ashlee shouted out of joy. The organizers’ configuration for the masked ball was different. The hallway resembles an old castle. There’s an extra red carpet. They also have a live band, but not their favorite PNE. Dylan and Gaby danced together. And because of masquerade balls, they’re wearing mascara. The boys were wearing formal; the girls were wearing dresses. It’s like having a big party at a palace full of princes and princesses.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Roosevelt was the one in charge of Snow Ball, Crossroad's take the Spring Ball and South Easton is where the Prom takes place, since it was the biggest, fanciest building. The Snow Ball would be the last event we'd had in the Roosevelt. The very last. And I knew since last year I wanted to attend it with someone. To leave the whole experience of being asked to the Ball, dressing up and stuff. And now, that it could actually happen, Nate acted all oblivious. And Justin, who I dreamed in the first place to go with, asked me. What kind of crazy world was this? Never in my wildest dreams would I'd dared to believe I'd had to turn down my long time crush.

I wasn't surprised when I asked my mum for money for tickets and she blatantly told me she didn't have any, but somehow, my stepsister attended and she had the money to give her. The moon ball was an elite yearly event that the pack threw to raise money for charity and also address other matters in the pack. It was sure that there were a lot of dancing, eating, drinking and other fun events. It was like a charity gala. It started by 6pm. Malcolm had already sent a message reminding me that I was accompanying him. Sandra spread the newly bought dresses over the bed, and we selected the one best for the event. As usual, she did my hair and makeup. The heels were a bit higher than what I normal

Paisley. 'Hi darling, The day for the annual summer ball is approaching, and I'm excited to announce our company will host the event this year. I would love it if you could attend, Camila. Don't worry; Henry won't be in town. It would mean a lot if one of the most important people in my life showed up. Regards, Rose Paisley.' I sighed, setting my phone aside. The summer ball was an event Mrs. Paisley had looked forward to all year, and despite my reluctance to attend, I felt indebted to her for all she had done for me over the years.

This ball is a big deal to the all the girls. Even Alex and Annie are wanting to make sure everything comes out perfectly, Alex more so than anyone is worried, especially with everyone that is on the guest list this year. She hasn’t heard anything about or from Alpha James in years and now suddenly, he wants to attend the ball with his mate and son. She just seems to think Alpha James might have an ulterior motive planned and she needs to make sure everyone is aware and paying attention, she doesn’t trust him.

Yuki's POV December 23rd – Christmas Eve I was officially in a panic. Two days until Christmas and I hadn't bought anyone one decent gift. I'd been so busy—working, baking, sewing, gluing buttons onto socks because apparently Suzu's new pastime (don't ask) is now that. And now I was stuck in the middle of a mall that seemed to have Santa's whole village exploded on every inch. "Sir, would you like to buy the ballerina nutcracker? Limited edition. Spins and sings," a man in a blindingly green elf getup informed me, jiggling the silver-wrapped horror in my face.

The buzz of excitement was a physical thing that anyone could taste when they entered the Black River Packhouse. People twenty-first, the first day of Yule. People were arriving any minute, and decorating had started. Finishing touches were being put on last-minute foods for the feast. Others were hauling in decorations from deliveries or from the land itself. A tree sat in the Ballroom with boxes of decorations from years past nearby. A table sat beside it with new ornaments the pups of the pack had made earlier in the month. Once the tree’s decorated, beneath the tree would go the Yule presents for tonight.

It seemed there was a kind of festival going on because the park space seemed a little bit choked up. “I thought I’d be a silent area.” I said as soon as I got to her. Percy shrugged. “Unfortunately, it’d be crowded today. It’s their light balls festival.” “Hm.” I hummed, glancing around. Just like the name, many people were holding different shapes, sizes and colors of balls. Some made ball bubbles. Others had balls drawn on their faces that looked hilarious. “Isn’t this supposed to be a kiddies thing?” I asked, taking a candle bubble gum from a stand.

If that wasn't the sweetest thing. Xavier shook his head, a doting smile curving his lips. "Ever the optimist, Peyton." He glanced at his parents. "Before she starts spouting sonnets, maybe we should discuss the benefit." As if to prove he was teasing, he skimmed a hand down her spine and up again, his gaze affectionate. "Yes." Elaine slapped the table, zeroing in on Peyton. "I was thinking a masquerade ball as the theme." "How cool." Peyton could picture it now. Ball gowns and masks and dancing. "That might be even more fun than the roaring twenties from last year. Those flapper dresses and signature drinks went over uber well."