Pansy Parkinson Yule Ball Novels & Stories

It had been Papa’s gift to me, and regardless of anything else, I would always have them. “Let’s go,” I told Amy, who was now wearing a light pink dress that made her look her age for a change. As we walked into the garden I had remodeled to welcome the guests, I overheard some of our pack members talking. “Stella went all out in the planning of this ball.” “I know, right? I didn’t think the garden could be used this way. It’s so beautiful.” “It is. And thank Moon Goddess we have Stella, too. Without her, it would be impossible for our pack to host a festival this huge.”

After I told them what had happened, Anna struck me across the face. "Have you lost your mind?" she demanded. "You're going back to that psychopath? Was having your legs broken not enough for you?" I pressed a hand to my cheek. For the first time, I did not argue. I looked at both of them and spoke calmly. "The Don said someone from the Rossi family must attend the ballet." I let the words settle before I continued. "But it will not be either of us."

I continue my cleaning, ignoring the feeling that he’s watching me. “Kiss, um. But that’s not all” He sighs, looking down. “What is it Dan?” I question, putting my robe on. “It’s um. Its kind of like a ball” He smiles nervously. “A-uh. A what?” I ask, frozen in my tracks. A ball? As in Cinderella ball? “A ball. You know, like in the movies. The parties all the rich people have. Its my cousins 21st birthday on Friday and she’s having a huge ball party. I know its short notice so I understand if you don’t want to go” He says, grabbing my hands.

Before Yandel got to speak up how displeased he was that Azariah touched his sacred nose, the MC got everyone standing to go get their serves and socialize and turns out the big twist to the fundraiser was that it was also a ball, A motherfucking ball like it was the fucking nineteenth century, they weren't even dress for it mostly, as some women came in business suits too. "A ballroom dance?" Rachel muttered to herself. It was just weird, a ball in the ending of November and a fundraiser, What the hell were this two bastards planning, like what was next, A fucking mask party… "Hey sweetheart, you need to stop overthinking it. Let go and just enjoy."

Jaselyn's POV The Peace Ball was a huge success. The Grand Hall had been alive with music, laughter, and joy, the Pack members mingling and dancing until the early hours of the morning. Varieties of food and refreshments were in abundance. The chandeliers cast a golden glow over the revelers, their light reflecting off the glittering dresses and sharp suits, creating an almost magical atmosphere. The air was filled with the scent of roses and freshly made desserts, mingling with the perfumes worn by the Pack members. Conversations buzzed, and the sound of clinking glasses added to the festive ambiance.

Jordan witnessed this scene and pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh. "I'll give you two some privacy." His voice shook with restrained laughter as he got up and hurried away. Totally ignoring him, Dylan lowered into the bench beside her. "Do you feel better? Any fever?" She shook her head. "I'm fine. The hot bath helped." He nodded. "Alright. So I wanted to tell you about the moon ball that is approaching." "You mentioned it to me before. What is it about?" "It's an annual ball that the werewolves celebrate in honour of the moon goddess."

How many things would I have kept buried by the time my reign as Supreme Luna’s over? Enzo and I finished getting dressed. I just wanted tonight to go off without a hiccup. The Grand Ball Hall was booked for tonight’s ball. The entire pack wasn’t invited which proved this wasn’t an ordinary ball. “Can’t wait for this to be over,” Enzo muttered as we exited our room. “The car’s waiting for us.” “You can’t be serious with this Enzo! You’re sending our daughter away!” Sybil found us just before we walked out of the pack house.

~ Erik ~ The Fancy Pants Club seldom throws a party, but when we do, we really throw a party. As the President of the Club, I opt to hold two grand balls. One is done during the month of February which coincides with Valentine’s Day (under Suri’s suggestion), and the second is on October first, which will happen two months from now. Since the chateau’s formal opening a year ago, these two balls had become the talk of the town and because of that, I have received a waterfall of letters by post or by email begging me to invite them in. I am still sorting the guests out with the help of Ian, the club’s most trusted attendant.

Walter misses her even though he refuses to admit it. “Pestilence and death,” I say again, mostly to myself. “I need to get to the Royal Mansion.” “Oh no you don’t,” Walter says as I throw my knitting down beside me. “Tonight is the night of the Winter Solstice Ball. The whole place will be crawling with lycans.” “What part of pestilence and death do you not understand? Ella’s life is in danger,” I stand against him. “She will need me.”

"Our pack. Everything I have is yours, Penelope. You’re not just beside me. You’re with me." His lips brushed mine. A kiss like a promise. "But the ball isn’t just for us. It’s tradition. Every pack leader hosts one for their Luna, or when there’s a major event. It’s a peacekeeping thing." I frowned. "So how many people attend a ball anyway? Like... really?" Alex leaned his head back slightly, expression unreadable. "Every major pack leader. Their betas. Their advisors. Their Lunas. Even the ones I’d rather toss into a ravine."