Pocketbook Parties Novels & Stories

: There’s a party this weekend. Right. Because I often go to those. Chewing my thumbnail, I bounce my foot up and down, zoning in and out of Paisley’s conversation. A word catches my attention. And I decide not to wait for an invitation this time. “Did you just say a party?”

Sahir asked. "Hawknight party," Zaki said interestingly. "What's that ?" Sahir asked him but he looked uninterested. "It's a mask party..it will be fun" Zaki grinned. "What stupid kind of parties inventing nowadays," Sahir said. "OK if you don't wanna come then cool. I told Rabia to bring Zoya. Never mind me, Rabia and Bhabhijaan will have fun." Zaki said pinning Sahir's nerve deliberately.

With that, Matt's sister got up and left to join in on the fun. "She's right, guys. Cole's even hosting a party back at his place, tomorrow!" Matt added, yelling while trying to speak over the loud hits of 'Welcome to the Party' by Lil Pump and French Montana. Gabriel went after Matt, leaving Jake who was zipping up his bag before someone knocked him from behind, probably an overly excited kid, resulting in the bag falling off from the form to the floor. The big black book slid out and Jake was stooping to pick it up when someone else beat him to it.

It’s been my dirty little secret. It was a pack party. The pack throws parties for everything and anything. Every night before a full moon, there would be a giant party at the packhouse. There would be enough food to feed the entire pack and then some. There would be a giant bonfire during the chilly and colder months. This particular pre full moon party was a warm spring night. The type of warm spring night that teases the summer nights to come.

“The semester’s almost over. You need to get out and have some fun before we all go home for the holidays.” “I’m not in the mood.” “You’re never in the mood anymore.” Toby poked his head in. “Seriously, dude. When’s the last time you actually hung out with us? You’re always either with Bianca or locked in your room.” I didn’t have an answer for that. Mostly because he was right. “Paddy’s is hosting an end of semester party tonight,” Drake added. “Free first round. Live music. Hot girls. Come on, you know you want to.”

A sex-positive BDSM and swingers party. Every second Sunday of the month. Must RSVP Exclusive guest list. Call to reserve a place. I sit, shocked. There isn't a number on the cover. Opening it, my eyes widen. The image of a woman strapped to a wall covers the whole left side. "Little kitten, what are you doing?" I glance towards the door, his eyes on the paper in my hand. "It doesn't have a number?" He laughs and walks in. His hand takes it from me, and he places it down.

Bass thumps through the ground like a second heartbeat. Inside, smoke, sweat, and perfume hang thick enough to taste. Laughter cuts through the music, sharp and sudden, a little too loud. This is the kind of party where no one’s looking at their phone because attention is the currency here. The lights are dim, golden-hued, soft enough to blur flaws, bright enough to catch stares. Bodies move everywhere. Girls in backless dresses and bright makeup. Guys in fitted button-downs and curated carelessness. You can smell cologne and weed in equal measure. Someone’s pouring vodka straight into a stranger’s mouth. Fucking hell.

I turned away, feeling the ache rise in my chest and spread into my muscles. “Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess!!!” Maddie screamed, sending me into a shock as the books I held tumbled to the ground. “Madison!” I glared at her, picking the books angrily. “Stop doing that!” “You are not going to believe this!” She sqeaked, shoving the black flyer into my hand. And the first line sent every hair on my back standing. “PARTY AT THE BECKHAM MANSION. NINE PM.” Ace and Jaxon were throwing the party.

"You okay, Mama?" "Yeah, I'm just hot and starting to sweat." Elijah took the pamphlet from my hands and began to fan me with it. The slight breeze was refreshing, but they needed to get the show on the road before I passed the fuck out. I hadn't been properly hydrating lately and felt I'd shrivel up like a sponge. "Mama, did you see anything on the itinerary that caught your eye?" "Oh, my God, so many things. After this, they have an Ultimate Sail Away Party on the Lido Deck. Then we can check out the room, unpack, and maybe rest up a little bit before dinner at one of the buffets."

deliberate. “I don’t know,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back to the party. “It doesn’t really sound like my scene.” Paris gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “Not your scene? Isabella, darling, life is about stepping out of your comfort zone. My parties are legendary, and this one is going to be unforgettable. You can’t miss it.” I opened my mouth to protest again, but she was already pulling out her phone. “I’ll text you the address. Be there by eight. And dress to impress—it’s a beach house, but it’s still a Paris party.”