Short Story The Dinner Party Novels & Stories

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! We now call the main star of this event— the man who escaped death and continues to bring success to our country. Let us all welcome Clyden Gonzalo with Jasmine and Edith Gonzalo!” The MC started introducing us, so I straightened my back and readied my business smile. I walked down the stairs as I heard the applause of the people. We settled at our dinner table and waited until the dinner finally commenced. After a couple of moments, the waiters served the food, and they were all pretty expensive. I guess my grandma splurged for this party. People also started walking around and talking to each other. I could hear some of the conversations from here, and

Desmond thought, unaware that in the future, including Puddy Forger, he would have to take care of two "children." "No." Fiona Forger replied with just one word. Remembering what happened last night, she still felt embarrassed, especially about her own... situation stuck on his thigh... That situation was truly unimaginable. She didn't even know if the bedsheet and blanket had been changed... But why was she thinking so much about it? It's not like she wanted to go to his house to sleep. He forced her... "Can you attend the dinner party tomorrow evening?" He asked again. The celebration party for the new island development project was officially starting at 7 p.m. tomorrow, at the grand hall

“I must say Mrs. Knight the dinner was too good. “Crystal praised the arrangement of dinner. “Thank you so much, Mrs Knight. I was busy in preparing the dinner and in arrangements from morning. “Jessica praised herself as no one was parsing her. Dominic and Grandfather looked at each other with disappointment on their faces. Their faces were having the expression “these women never improve and change.” Mr. Drake said,” I hope you enjoyed this dinner.” Mr. Black said,” yes, we did and we are glad of having this operation to you to have dinner with you. And now we should leave we have to go some important work tomorrow.” “Which work,” Jessica asked him suspiciously. “Actually, one of our relat

We were all silent for the whole ride. My son and I haven't had any dinner yet. It's almost seven so pretty soon enough, we will be having our dinner at the party. After a few minutes, we arrived at the venue. It was in one of the most fancy and five-star hotels in the country. This is an exclusive party and only the invited ones can enter the place. But, I am sure they invited a lot of guests tonight. They have a strong urge to expand their connections through their social life. And they are dragging me and my son with them.

On our wedding anniversary, my wife, Yvonne Ashby, who has never set foot in the kitchen before, prepares a feast. Every time I take a bite, she eagerly asks me what I think and carefully writes down my feedback. At one point, she goes into our bedroom to answer a call. It's the custom ringtone for her assistant, Michael Holden. I casually pick up the notebook Yvonne left behind and leaf through it, only to discover that it is filled with detailed notes about things that have nothing to do with me. "The green beans are a little undercooked. Michael probably won't like them." "The mushrooms are a little too salty. Remember to use less salt when you make them for Michael." "The lamb is

Kai wrote down something on a page, then crossed it immediately. I rolled my eyes and took a big sip of the cold water. It was not exactly a party, but it was not a small dinner either. All the old families of the town would meet for the dinner, along with a few important people, as my Mom described it. The purpose of the dinner was to discuss important things and to make sure our connections were still strong. But something was telling me the truth was bigger than that. Maybe I was being paranoid, but for some reason, I felt like everyone around me was hiding something.

they all walked out of pack house. It was our night to cook and we invited our parents over to join us, we thought it would be nice to tell them all at the same time, so no feelings get hurt and now Teresa is over the moon excited as well. We all sat at the table and Gamma Dimitri sat there quietly with a small smile on his face in a world of his own. Teresa spoke, “thanks for coming to our fist dinner party, you are all so special to us,” she looks at Alexander and bops his nose and he giggles.

He considered that it would be rude to turn down their offer and obliged. "It is my pleasure, Mr. Edward. I promise to attend. What time does the dinner start?" "It starts at 7 PM. I hope you would be ready by then?" "Yes. I would have rested enough. See you then." "It is all right," Mr. Edward accepted and left while Kelvin and his men returned to their suite. The Dinner Party

As I searched for Selena past the sea of guards that remained in their respective positions, her father continued, "We will be having a party soon to celebrate my return. I hope to see you there." "A party?" I can still recall the last one I walked into. I can still picture that scene that was erotic yet disturbing. "Yes, a dinner party. Have you eaten?" "Uh..." "I'll see you there." Just like that, the man walked out of my sight, leaving me to wonder why I decided to spend the night at the mansion. I could have just helped myself by going home even though it would mean voiding the existing curfew. ~ Within an hour, the ground floor was cleared and decorated with a long table that was covere

I am still choosing you. --- Dinner was laughter and clinking glasses and stories we had told before but told again because they had become the mythology of us. The time Lena had fallen into the lake trying to prove she could balance on a log. The night Sophia and I had gotten lost in the city and ended up at a twenty-four-hour diner, eating pancakes at 3 AM while the world slept. The first dinner party Alex and I had hosted, when the soufflé had collapsed and we had ordered pizza and pretended it had been the plan all along.