Pansy Parkinson Yule Ball Novels & Stories

"The Ball is starting in few minutes, we have to go out now" Miss Peyton said to Maya and Wenda and they all went to the Grand Hall. The Grand Hall on a normal day was a beauty to behold but the Wolves Day made it more magnificent. Few guest were seated in the hall, all mesmerized by Miss Peyton's beauty and her shiny dress that made her face glistened. She approached the platform with the Golden Ball in her hands and Helen smiled to herself, thinking it was a fake.

Instead of being localized at the auditorium, the party was spread throughout the whole center of the town, with Yule Park being the epicenter. “This is my favorite place during Christmas,” I told Patrick as we strolled through the park. It was totally decked out, bigger and brighter than the Santa Claus Ball. There were some repeat decorations, like the sleigh and the live reindeer, but now, rather than aiming for elegance, it was all about the fun.

Just as I stood still in front of the mirror, the door creaked open pulling me out of my thoughts. “You have a ball dance to attend tonight,” Lynda said, standing at the doorway. “All elites from the city will be there, even Mr. Cohen.” Mr Cohen? I had not set my eyes on him. He's the richest man in the city. I turned to Lynda, “Did you say Mr Cohen?” She nodded her head. When I sank into the chair, her lips curved again, “Desmond Parker will be there too and it’s a mask party.” I blinked once, inhaled through my nose, and exhaled sharply.

“That aside, what do you think the girls are doing?” “They are an unpredictable bunch, I'm not wasting my strength trying to figure them out.” Tyler chuckled, “a wise man and king. I'll cheer for that.” We hit our mugs together and I threw back my drink. “Ahhh, that hits the spot.” “I agree.” The doors opened with a bang, Yule from the entertainment district walked in right on time. “Here comes the light of the party gentlemen!!” He announced, twirling away from the door as the light in the room grew dim.

Ayla's pov The packhouse buzzed with an excitement that didn’t quite reach me. The eve of the moon ball was always a bubbly evening for Silver fang packs, there were decorations and lights and scented candles. The ball was held every year and done just the same way… Well all except this one. This one was different because I was turning eighteen tomorrow, I was going to shift for the first time and I was going to meet the one… “Oops" someone giggled

"What are you talking about? Where am I?" Irina stared at me as if I had grown a second head. "The Hale Manor, you foolish child! Stop this pretense. We have a crisis. The Ball is tomorrow." "The Ball?" "Yes, the Sanguine Ball!" Shane hissed, leaning closer. "The Lord's annual selection event. Your sister, Rue, is supposed to be presented, along with Alice. But Rue is violently ill. Now, because you came of age two years ago, you must go in her place!"

My uncle will never let that happen. I think they could smell the food and one by one they began to come downstairs. Eventually they were all downstairs, Ann and Christy two of the maids came to serve them while I dished. Once served they all began to eat. “So are you excited for the moonlight eclipse ball” the pack slut Hannah asked one of her minions, “oh my gosh yeah! We are so excited” all her minions answered. I really dislike Hannah. She's the queen bee and the pack slut and thinks highly of herself and for her minions they have no mind of their own, always doing what Hannah says and it’s quite funny.

Ashley said all of a sudden. "But you haven't gotten well yet, how can you?" he answered. "I can just keep sitting on the wheelchair and select pretty clothes. I don't even need to try them. I know my size perfectly and everything looks good on me so no Biggie." She said and Issac considered it for a while. "Yeah and the bill will be paid by Issac right?" Andrew said but was quiet by Issac's glare. " Oh yeah clothes just reminded me that there is a charity ball tomorrow night. It's actually a masquerade party." Reine said.

The laughter of children playing and the aroma of picnic delights hung in the air, painting a picture of familial bliss that she had both yearned for and witnessed. Her watchful eyes observed the kids frolicking in the playground, and a protective instinct prompted her to intervene whenever they wandered too far. "Please keep a close eye on them," she would advise parents, unaware that her vigilant presence triggered recognition. The revelation of her identity as Yvette Quinn, the famous pianist, elicited exclamations of surprise, turning the park into an impromptu gathering.

Ashar looked at Dylan and said, "Dylan, everything has been arranged for the ball party." Suzan was looking excited. "BALL PARTY!!!"