Novel & Cerita Partypooper X Partygoer

“I asked you if my hair was messy or not. You need to answer between yes and no.” “And I choose to answer, you look perfect, stunning, beautiful and what else?” I said. Harper took a deep breath. She gave in to my temptation, and when she was about to take a step, I stopped her. “Hold my hand, that’s how couples attend parties like this,” I said. “Alright!” she replied without protest. It was good that she was being obedient to her contract. We entered through a hallway decorated with Tumblr and glass materials, including glass flower decorations. Then, through an arched gate, the theme of this party turned out to be outdoors.

To the left was a table of exquisite wines that I can only afford if i donated my two kidneys, donated Louisa's liver and sold of Megan's grandma for money rituals. And I'm talking about buying just a glass. Whoever is hosting this party uses five dollar bills for toilet paper. I mean, it's really useless to him. And to the right a round table of sugary treats. The types and numbers of cakes here I couldn't count. But I'm banking on leaving here with a diabetes type one. The music being played wasn't the usual classics of Mozart and Beethoven, it was simple blues in almost hushed tones that could give you a skin massage by just listening to it.

“Yeah, that part still stings. I did offer them emergency granola bars.” “They were two.” “They were grateful! Gemma said Thank you. Or… snarled in a thankful tone. Same difference.” I sighed, stepping back to look at the decorations. “They deserve better.” “And they’re going to get it.” He stood, holding up two party hats with wide-eyed cartoon wolves. “Operation Twin Birthday Do-Over is a go. We’ve gotten glitter. We’ve got balloons. We’ve got cupcakes with tiny edible moons. This is going to be so wholesome.”

His polished smile. His disgusting confidence. “I couldn’t have done this without all of you who supported me. Thank you for your vote of confidence.” He offered. I watched patiently. Waited. Calculated. Because men like Marv are predictable. Success always makes them careless. And careless men throw parties. “Cameo. We’re going to a party tonight.” That was all I told him. He didn’t argue. Didn’t ask questions. Just followed. Now we’re here. My gaze drifts to the bodies at my feet.

Pia’s mother asked, sitting on the sofa. “Aunty, I have come for an important project. I am here for one month,”Parth answered. “Really?” Pia said excitedly, she was so happy. They used to talk on the phone, but she was happy knowing he would be staying here for one month. Then Parth and Pia started chatting happily, forgetting everything. One week passed, Parth called Pia, she said, picking up the call,”Hello!” “Pia, tomorrow I have a business party. I need a partner, can you please come with me. I don’t know anyone. Please, come with me.”He begged her. But, Pia refused as she didn’t feel like going anywhere.

"C'mon, tell me about it. Ichabod's time loop game is mad, man. Can you imagine? an obsessed fan of mine also told me of how I promised to take her out, well I'm definitely considering that. Theo said looking over at Lucian whose eyes dimmed seeing something in his system. "Guys, our business alliance that were here yesterday is throwing a big middle year party till dawn, tomorrow. And we are invited to come with second parties strictly." Lucian read out from his system. "Yeah!! That's the life I'd dreamt of coming through. Party! Party! Party!" Theo exclaimed. "Wait, what do they mean by second party? I don't have no second party for now. I mean, we just arrived, literally."

Ethan POV: I was putting on my fine stitched 3 piece black tuxedo and getting ready for evening party which was organized for only high class people from all over America, this party was one of the archetypal and most extravagant party of all time as it was arranged on the famous ‘Octopus’ where the income from this even is donated into charity for building welfare facilities for less fortunate also this party was very wonderful platform for meeting fine businessman from different sectors and industries.

Trish squealed, trying to sound ecstatic like the rest of the girls. “There's a bunch of parties tonight. And they are all sound very good, she said. "But I'll recommend the one in Red Horn Cabaret." "Why?" "Because the person throwing the party is none other than Brandt Walker!" Charlotte chipped in. "Rich spoilt son from a billionaire family. You know his dad actually sponsored the better percentage of the campaigns that got us our present president?!" Trish was wowed. Stephanie's pager beeped and she groaned. "I've got a class," she said.

Anyway, this night can be an awesome fun night or end up in a disaster or both can happen. “Change the song. It’s so melodious,” Charlotte said, changing whatever song Chloe is hearing. Instead, she kept the song ‘boss bitch’ by Doja Cat. Next ‘ bad romance’ and ‘Judas’ by Lady Gaga. “Here we are,” Caleb said, stopped driving. Four of them got out. Charlotte got sight of Jason waiting outside for her, looking hot like every day. Lowe’s family struggled to find their friends in many masks. Everyone is masked, and it’s almost difficult to recognize any faces. Finally, Ian was the one who spotted Chloe. Caroline realized she’s all alone at the party. When she got two boys fighting over her, she

Satisfied, they could finally move to the hot topic and jump on the bomb Zen slipped earlier. “So, who is going to be our new and final party member?” Sasha gushed and leaned closer in anticipation. She hoped it would be another female so that she need not room together with two absolutely scary powerhouses. Zen grinned and showed them a picture. “This is the person you shot but did not manage to kill during the event. It took me a long time to go through every clip to find him. The name is Damian Gorski, but I believe most people know him as Cyborg.”