Pocketbook Parties Novels & Stories

“Look, there's a huge party going on tonight. It's a good party, it's the moon party that happens twice every three months. "Is it like a moon goddess party?" We got those back... “No, don't mention that pack. Nobody talks about them around here. Everyone knows how they are and it's depressing that we can't kill their leaders and teach them to be free,” she says, at the top of the stairs. That would be a way to tidy up the Ravensword pack. “No, the main party is, hmm , like a freedom party. I look at her again. "A freedom party?" Do you want to better describe this passage for me? What exactly are we celebrating?

I match with some Christian Louboutin heels. Minutes later we find ourselves in a magical world of disco lights, laser beams, and the irreplaceable glow of black lights shinning on people. It's a frat party, decorated to look like a club. I look around and have to wonder who has time to organize such parties. They seriously need to get a life.

Alexander, my partner and fellow artist, was busy setting up a playlist of upbeat music, adding to the festive atmosphere. As I arranged the final touches, I couldn't help but reflect on our journey since our first exhibition. The growth we had experienced, both as individuals and as a pack, was remarkable. This party was more than just a celebration—it was a testament to the bond we had forged and the creative energy that flowed through our pack.

From both their reactions, it must have been something they would rather not speak about. "They are special events designed for the pleasure of guests. Ciaran hosts them often, as the pack enjoys the outing. Invites are exclusive and hard to come by. The red carpet is even rolled out for the most famous of guests." Sybil explained, yet the answer was lacking. In what way would a party ever pleasure its guests? Reading the confusion on my face, Ciaran shifted closer to me. "These parties are of a more sexual nature." His voice was barely above a whisper. The laugh broke before I could stop it. Sybil had made me believe it to be some grand affair, not a night filled with sex and alcohol.

Mandatory appearances (non-negotiable): - New Year’s Eve (trial run) - Valentine’s Day - Easter - Fourth of July - Thanksgiving - Christmas Optional but probable: birthdays, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, random cookouts that somehow become couple audits. PDA parameters - Hand holding: always allowed - Arm around shoulders/waist: encouraged - Cheek kisses: default greeting/goodbye - Mouth kisses: maximum three seconds, closed mouth, only when survival demands it - No tongue. Ever. We are professionals. Gift protocol - $50 limit per event - Nothing sentimental - Receipts kept for possible regifting

"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."

Erin stuck her tongue out at her friend, drawing a laugh. "Hi, Kara," Kimber said. "Hey Kimber," she replied. "I think that's everyone," Kelly said, smiling. "I didn't get a chance to tell any of my gang what type of party this is, Marie, other than a pool party. Care to enlighten everyone?" Marie smiled as everyone turned. "Well, as some of you know, this my first official "No Penetration Pool Party" There was a low rumble of conversation briefly. "That sounds like an odd name for a party," Becky said.

But if… No. He mentally shook himself. There was no use allowing himself to think about a future that could never be. He knew what the next fifty years of his life were going to look like and as much as he might like to think Chloe could be a part of them, the truth was that she wouldn't be. This weekend would be all they had. This weekend and nothing more. Chloe could not believe that Peyton had booked this party. She was sure she told her not to let Courtney book with them, but here she was standing in the backyard of Courtney’s McMansion dressed as The Little Mermaid.

Leo gave the world hope that wealthy people had souls and other human emotions. The masquerade- red flag right there as only rich people had parties called that-also had an event planner handling every minuet detail. Set up was to begin Thursday night, for the event which would take place the following evening on the actual holiday. Grayson had hosted a Halloween party for the last three years and it was because it had been Cortney Van Tessin’s idea. The parties had outlived their relationship and engagement and become a tradition. But Amber wondered if the event could really be called a party. People in overpriced clothes, overpriced plastic surgery robotic faces, sipping bubbly as orchestr

"Talking about p**n, do you know there's Pun party on Sunday. Angel invited us all for her party. I was surprised she tagged Lilly too amongst her special guest. She invited you too. Haven't you checked you?" "Are you serious?" "Yes. You haven't checked our class W******p group's message?" ""Yes, I haven't. What's the Pun party about?" "I think it's about words play and still having fun with music and food and also truth and dare, I think a couple of games but Pun game party is the theme. I don't know why shw wanted it. I was surprised when I saw it too because she hadn't call for such celebration before. Anyway, it's fine. Bad boy, I'm off to bed."