Pocketbook Parties Novels & Stories

For a moment, I thought back to my conversation with Brian a few days before about the kind of party he was hosting. "This isn't your typical boring couple's night," Brian said, "There will be no brie or boardgames." I raised an eyebrow, thinking of what Zoey had told us over dinner a few weeks before about being 'in the lifestyle.' Was Brian really inviting us to one of those parties? Brian just laughed.

Kim Pov. “I’m throwing a party tomorrow night,” Luca says casually as we leave the library, our project files safely tucked under our arms. “Just a weekend thing. You should come.” I blink. “A party?” He grins. “You know. Music, drinks, people from campus. Nothing huge. Just enough to unwind.” He glances sideways at me. “You’d like it.” “I don’t really do parties,” I murmur, adjusting my bag strap. “Too many people, too much noise…” I trail off, suddenly embarrassed.

Chapter 6 – First Party Invite (Dante POV) The bass hit us before we even cleared the porch steps low and relentless, vibrating up through the soles of my sneakers like the house itself had a heartbeat. Typical Friday night off-campus: someone had cranked the speakers until the windows rattled, cheap beer was flowing from a forest of red Solo cups, and the floors were already tacky with spilled drinks and God knows what else. I should’ve been used to it by now. I’d been to dozens of these parties same playlist, same faces, same post-game high wearing off into sloppy nostalgia. But this time felt different. Sharper. Because this time I wasn’t walking in alone.

said Eli with a wry smile. “I can’t wait,” replied Lewis, full of sarcasm. “When is the party?” Lorenzo asked. “Saturday night. It’s at the Apollo Bar in the city.” “It’s off pack territory? Why didn’t I know about this?” “I didn’t think I needed your permission to go to a party? Lewis and Drew know, they’re both going with me.” She looked over at Drew. “Well, they were going. I’m guessing you’re not going to feel like partying now though?”

But when I did, I made damn sure I sounded convincing. He studied me for a moment, then turned to the man beside him. “Give her one of the guest phones. No international calls. No apps. She gets one number, and it better not be to the fucking FBI.” I smiled sweetly. “You’re such a charmer.” He ignored that. “Now that you’re done making demands—” “I’m not done,” I muttered. “—you have a party to prepare for.” I blinked. “A what?” Lorenzo gave me a look like I was the idiot here. “A party. Tomorrow. I host every few months. Mafia friends, family, allies. Big deal. Lots of hands to shake and asses to kiss.”

I don’t know much about Kai, but I know that his parents live here in this pack; he takes time to pay them a visit. “Any more party invitations?” I ask, my body leaning on the chair. I am feeling giddy, the past me hates parties- still do. But, parties have become a lame excuse to see him again. “There’s a party right here in the country, you don’t have to travel out. It’s happening in the pack close to our border.” “The neighboring pack?” “The pack after our neighboring pack.” He does not meet my eyes for a while. “It’s a pool party.”

The party was in full swing, and I could see people were enjoying it to the fullest. The party was divided into two zones. On one side of the lawn, all the youngsters were dancing and drinking and then again dancing. And on the other side of the lawn, there were all these serious-looking people, having sophisticated chats with a glass of champagne in one hand and the other hand in their pant’s pocket. Caleb was the one I was pitying. The poor birthday boy was juggling between the two sides.

By the time Arthur and Victory returned to the hall three hours later, the Halloween Party have just begun. A. K. Media's immersive parties are legendary and quite rare, as they are hosted only a handful of times in a year. The last immersive event that A. K. Media hosted was the blackout luncheon at The Peninsula hotel when Victory returned to New York from Switzerland. There is a long waiting list of celebrities and social influencers clamouring for an invite to the event. The invitation list is exclusive, limited to a small number of people. Tonight, the guest list only includes 300 people.

The party was organised at NYC Magic grounds, a little further into a forest but the safest of them all. We selected our suits and were ready to step into Mid-June, half yearly party organised by the Business Summit Committee. As I watch Ravine clothe herself in a shape wear, I furrow my eyebrows at her choice. Just then, the sound of my phone ringing distracts me from my thoughts. Getting up from my seated composure, I go to the bedside table to collect my phone.

I reply dryly. Elias snorts. “Well,” I continue, “we can’t actually throw a party. The morning after will be… messy. Like possible-end-of-the-world messy. So don’t bother planning anything for the actual day. No balloons, no cake, no stripper wolves jumping out of boxes. It’s not happening.” There’s a beat of silence. Then Parker raises a hand. “Wait. Are stripper wolves a thing? And if so… how do I hire one for my birthday?”