Pocketbook Parties Novels & Stories

And this is how, she convinced me to go to Isla's party. Isla's party was yet another frat house party style, in which she was literally showing that she was capable of throwing money around like a heap of shit. The house was fully stocked with pizzas and burgers, and more expensive drinks that people ever drank in parties. The fridge was stocked with brownies, which contained more weed than something that would keep you sane for a weekend.

And the loneliest, all of them fake. She’d never been to a party for the sheer fun of it. Never been to a party where she was allowed to be herself. She wondered why he was asking her. ‘If I say no does that mean—?’ ‘You have my agreement on the loan. Your answer has no effect on our deal.’ In that case she should walk away. There would be time to party once she was safely away from the island. Sophia licked her lips. ‘What sort of party is it?’ ‘A strictly grown-up event. No jelly or ice cream in sight.’

And people are beginning to talk. The preparations for the welcome party were meticulous, from the elegant decorations to the sophisticated menu. I ensured every detail exuded the prestige and unity of our pack. As the night unfolds, the grand hall is alive with chatter and laughter, the clinking of glasses echoing through the air. Pack members and guests, adorned in their finest attire, create a vibrant tapestry of colors.

"Juliet, what are you doing here? Did something happen? Is Craig okay? Is he looking for me? Her questions were endless, and Juliet could not tell where she was going with all the questions. "No, Not at all, ( She says, using her hands to show that she isn't there for a serious issue) but I came to tell you about next week, what I have planned for next week". She says. Sandra searched around, as if trying to read what she was talking about, in the space. before she added. Next week is the party remember? That was when she opened her eyes wide. They is a party for all the companies under Apple and even the baby companies that was bought by Apple. Their staff and board of directors will all be

A bunch of students are having a good time in a grand pool party prepared by the mayor's goddaughter. It was the annual sorority party of a particular private university. Most of the party-goers are enjoying the pool in bikinis and beer, some just socializing in mobile bars. Loud party music, booze, glamorous cool kids, and hook-ups filled the place. It was the type of party that Bodie would not not want to attend to. Although a student of a different university, his name itself was a party pass.

Round tables and chairs covered with expensive white silk lined the polished floor of Percy’s pride and joy. There were balloons and string lights. Flowers and potted trees that blended in well with the decorations. Even though I couldn't stand Percy’s snake in the grass ass, he never missed when it came to putting together a celebration. “Can we have a good time tonight? I don’t wanna fight with you, Brielle.” “I’m not fighting, Kannon. And despite what’s going on … I am having a good time.” Instead of looking at me, she was looking at Monty.

I read through the sheet of information that provided the details of the party and went to the last page. The payout was nine hundred thousand and I clicked on accept. The party would be held at Robert’s luxurious mansion in Oak Brook just outside of Chicago, the dress code being formal. I closed my eyes briefly. The real me hated events like that and I had been to enough of them to know that it would just be another event to show off who had more money and whose birthday would be more extravagant this year.

May 2040 Shawn's POV: I bolt downstairs to find the party unchanged. The vibrations shake the tall walls of Andrew's grand mansion. The football team is challenging people to arm wrestles, a group of people are mixing jungle juice. The first big party of the summer is a success. However, I can't fully focus on this because an extremely awkward girl is scurrying across the foyer. Kara. She makes a beeline to a bright pink purse on the counter that I found her at. It doesn't seem like hers, though. She's not a bright-pink-purse-bought-with-daddy's-money type of girl. Her wallet probably has some weird animal print on it.

"Every man there would be after you." I laughed. "Layla and Beth are coming, today's is our PWP— Pregnant Women's Party." I sucked my bottom lip. Yeah, Beth's also pregnant— 5 months pregnant. "Oh, that party? It's also time to pay those two dorks, Henry and Scott, a visit." "No, not that party. A party for Men only. It's a party at my college where Pregnant Women attend to dance for them." I made that shit up.

Gabriella said expressionlessly. "I won't go." Henry did not allow her to refuse. "I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon." He turned to leave. Before he left he reminded Felise, "Lise, remember to listen to your Aunt Gabriella, okay?" Felise nodded. She watched Henry leave with the door closed behind him. She looked up and asked curiously, "Aunt Gabriella, what's a cocktail party?" Gabriella explained simply, "It's when a lot of people gather and drink alcohol."