Prom Poster Novels & Stories

When my CEO wife, Rita Scanlond, decided to promote me as the lead in a project, I was not grateful for the offer, and I slapped every single board member present. I gave up the six‑figure salary and returned home to enjoy my life. Everyone believed I had gone crazy from immense pressure and demanded that a rebellious employee like me be fired. Rita's assistant, Hudson Cobb, made fun of me for not having any ambition and tried to replace me in the company. I laughed at the situation even though I was not compensated for being fired. This happened because Rita had insisted in my past life that we use Hudson's proposal for the project, which caused our data to be stolen and led to billions

and seeks to destroy everyone," she answered, sporting a proud smirk. I nodded to that, pretending to consider what she said before adding, "so, yourself then." "Bitch," she seethed in mock anger, leaving us giggling. Our attention was soon drawn to the posters which were being put up. And without realizing it, I found myself reading out the words there. "Moonlit Magic." I spent a few more seconds staring at the poster. With Juliette as the head of the prom committee this year, it was a given that prom was going to be nothing less than amazing. "I guess we'll soon start seeing some super sweet promposals," Beckham remarked from beside me, making a cringe face when she said 'super sweet

So many stories he never had the chance to tell me. "They made a promise to each other," Attorney Castillo continued quietly. I slowly lifted my eyes toward him. His expression had suddenly become serious. "A promise they both intended to keep..." He paused. "...even after death."

The matter just nodded while Dimitri still looked upset. "Who's that guy anyway? He's rude-" "That's Yuki Amon, he's the Student Council President." Pim cut Dimitri's words. He looks unbothered, like he's used to this. Craig can't help but wonder. Does this always happen? "Pim, tell me the truth. Does this always happen?" Craig asked, Pim on the other hand looked away as he scratch his nape , smiling awkwardly. His blood boil as he looked at Pim's shaking knees. He's probably enduring the pain to avoid causing problem especially because his brother is around.

There was Shahrukh Khan, the old man Amitabh Bachchan, Aksay Kumar, and Hrithik Roshan. Praveen smiled to whomever he was looking at the posters. He remembered that there was yet another very special poster he had put behind the door. He deliberately put it behind the door so that the door was closed from the inside, only he himself could see it. And he really liked to imagine wild things when seeing the poster. The wild imagination of a normal boy when alone thinking about an idol girl. Priyanka Chopra's big poster.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.