Tangled Prom Poster Novels & Stories

“Are you two dating? Lovers? And for how long were you hiding your relationship?” The reporters lost their minds as we were escorted by the heavy security team across the red carpet without making any statement. We paused when we reached the step and repeat area. The backdrop had Viva’s image and her brand displayed on it. We posed for the pictures, all the while glued to each other before heading inside while other couples took our place. The real show was about to begin.

I thank him, and he takes me to the same place where we had our first date. It is again beautifully decorated. We enjoy our date. Reed plays some music and asks me to dance with him. We dance for some time, and I look to see all my friends and Andrew and Adrian wearing similar white t-shirts. They all turn their backs to me. On the back of their shirt were different letters. PROM? Adrian had a question mark, and Andrew had a big heart on his t-shirt. "Will you go to prom with me, Ms Kiara Tennyson?" I notice Reed with a bouquet.

“I…I promised?” “And I pledged.” He leaned closer and his touch reached my shoulder blades. The fact that my shirt was covering my shoulder blades didn’t stop Alessandro who snuck his hands past the material even though he had to stretch the neck a little bit. “Miss Edwards, don’t tell me that you have forgotten.” Some of my torpid courage made a cameo and I temporarily took advantage of our proximity, looked him dead in the eyes, and said, ”Stop talking trash, Alessandro. I would never make such a promise.”

he whispered. The irritation suddenly faded away. Anticipation kicked in. His words held so much promise that I could feel a shudder travel down my spine. I didn't care that I was bare and open to him. I didn't care that I was vulnerable. If anything, I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to acknowledge me, worship me just like he insinuated doing. He stepped inbetween my legs. He was as naked and bare as I was. I caught my eyes lingering of his tattooed covered, sweaty torso. My gaze lingered on the sight and somehow, I knew that the image would be imprinted into my brain and there was nothing that I would be able to do to make it go away

She turned her back, set the bucket of names on a dresser, and asked someone to keep an eye on it for a few minutes until she got back. "Tess, I need a drink," Elena said to her friend who had been helping hand out the cards. "Yeah, I can see why," Tessy said. "She's the one who Liam split with, isn't she?" "The very bitch," Elena said, navigating her way up the stairs and toward the bar. "And not even a month later, she's here at a fucking party looking for a quick hookup." "Better than showing up with him," Tessy said, trying to be helpful. Elena only gave her a dirty look in response.

" He said searching in his wardrobe. He brought out a paper and placed it in front of himself as both Jane and myself leaned in to see what it was. It was a poster with both of our faces asking, promising a hundred dollars each for whoever could provide information on where to find us. I saw the bounty on our heads and wondered if we… "Wait." he interrupted us and he pulled another that had four hundred thousand in it. "Wow, I didn't realize I was worth that much." "Well, that was last month, I am guessing it goes up again this month."

With a sense of trepidation, they reached for their devices, only to be confronted with the glaring headlines and sensationalized images that flooded their screens. Their hearts sank as they beheld the breaking news: candid photos captured from the night of the exhibit, plastered across every news outlet and social media platform. The images depicted Ayana locked in an intense gaze with her sister, Grace, their expressions fraught with tension and rivalry. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was another set of images that pierced through the noise—snapshots of Adam and Ayana, their bodies entwined in a tender embrace, captured in a moment of unguarded affection.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

Everywhere I looked, it was prom, prom, prom. Campaign posters for Prom King and Queen littered the walls, taped over lockers and bulletin boards. Some were flashy, with glitter and pictures, others just sharpie-scrawled slogans. Every time a bell rang, someone new shoved flyers into your hands, chanting promises about free candy if you voted for them.

Paper covers rock, which means he lost to me. "Yay! I won, I get to choose" I did a little happy dance to show my excitement. "What are you 5?" Ralph scoffed, clearly not happy about his loss. "Sulk it in bro", Connor laughed. I selected Purpleheart on N*****x, and we were all set to watch the movie. 30 minutes into the movie, we heard the door slam open. We turned to see who it was, it was Mr Harper, he was fuming with anger.