Pocketbook Parties Novels & Stories

A live band played a mix of jazz and pop as the waiters wove through the crowd, carrying trays with champagne and hors d'oeuvres that looked more like miniature works of art than food. Zack, feeling increasingly claustrophobic, found himself cornered by a group of Roy's cronies, flaunting tales of their latest business ventures. Some of them were already turning the party into a networking event, aggressively pitching him to invest in their companies. "The old man really knows how to throw a party," Susan said to Ivy as they perched in a corner, taking in the entire party from a bird's-eye view. "He does," Ivy agreed, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Though I suspect he thinks it's a state

"More?!" "Last one, dear" "We need to go find some thing for the party tonight" "Party?" "Don't tell me you don't know about it" "I don't-" "Oh my god, what do I do about this boy? There is a party, a corporate event, that is hosted by our company and another company in celebration of our friendship. It is at the British mueseum and there are going to be thousands of girls, models and heiress of huge companies and even the brands we shopped from.

I say as I put my hand over her shoulder and walk out of the apartment. The bonfire is being held in the school field. By the time we get there the party was already in full swing. Everyone is pretty much holding a drink and there's a large bonfire in the middle of the field. It lit up almost the whole field. The grasses around it were very low in order to prevent a fire. There's a soft pop song playing in the background. I look around as we walk, most people were either sitting or standing. I see a little makeshift bar and drag Annalia with me. "So what can I get you". The man behind the counter asks. "We'd like a mulled wine, non-alcoholic please". I answer. We take our drinks and walk ove

Kent turns to the group “Okay guys, you heard what the man said” Some nodded, and others were already looking at the different activities going on in the room. There was a pool game going on at one end of the room, and on the other side was a drinking game, several young people were scattered around the room sitting on couches, standing, talking, and laughing. And I get why there were staring, we never had parties like this in our pack. It looks more like one of those college house parties we often snuck off to. The one time our pack hosted the summer full moon festival a few years ago, granted I was only a kid then but I don’t remember it being this social.

Jared says. "Well then! Lets have a little fun, shall we?" I lean over the bar counter to snatch two bottle while the bartender isn't there. I slip the one bottle into the little pocket in Jared’s suit lining. He takes the hint and holds it so it doesn't fall seeing as its too big to be supported by the pocket. The other bottle goes into Dominic's pocket and he does the same as Jared. I lead the way out of the ball room and around the corner to the untouched pool house. Pulling a pin out my hair, the untamed curls fall into my face. I lean forward and magically make the door unlocked. We head inside and flip the light switch on. It's clean and orderly but won't be for long. More people from

“Honestly, I don't really think I'll enjoy it. Truth is, I barely attend parties.” The only kind of parties I attend are weddings, naming ceremonies, housewarming, family birthday parties... You know, those kinds of parties that involve a lot of old people, but I'm not telling Caleb that. “Don't worry; you'll attend this one,” he says. “I'll make sure of it. The party starts at 7 and ends whenever you wish to go home. The place is not even far. Any bike-man or taxi driver you should stop knows Sax Hostel.”

Subsequently, I heard the voice of the beta of the pack, Blake, "Good morning, my Luna. Here are the details that we have got for the yearly party." "Morning too, Blake. Thanks for delivering the list," I replied with a gentle smile as my grey eyes observed the stuff written on the paper. Observing for a while, I said, "I guess we need more stocks for wines and chairs. I hear that the witches will also attend the party. Even, we need some of them to help the front guards if there is a danger coming." "All right. Later, I'll update the info on the event service." Blake nodded and said.

She grinned, “She’s going to still be there when we get back. We can’t come back empty-handed! Besides with the Midnight Masquerade coming up, it’ll be expected.” I frowned, “What’s that?” “Caleb Dawson’s infamous sex party. It’s coming up soon, maybe in a week or two. We’ll need something to wear.” “Is that the same party Matt mentioned?” “No, that’s Mordecai’s private party. That’s this weekend. Matt’s not going to risk us going to that one. It’s Mordecai’s home turf, but it should seem like we’re going. He’ll probably excuse it as we’re at the club managing things. Caleb’s party is maxing exposure and minimal threat. Mordecai isn’t going to risk causing a scene there.”

"Set up a party; invite as many as you can." Wait.. what?

I'm having a hard time putting it into words, but basically, it's set up so you can see everyone to your left and right, and the only people you can't see are the ones directly behind you. It's like, you're connected to the whole room, but still have your own private bubble - it's amazing! I lean into the table and call for Denzel. “What do they do at parties like this?” I ask. “Oh this particular party, they say it’s arranged to wine and dine in honor of our founding fathers that have managed to sharpen our community, with every Alpha and His Luna from every pack present. It started that way though, but now it is just to show up and show off. Everyone just comes to dress to impress and try