The Block Party Novels & Stories

"That's a bummer though. You should've brought a little wolfsbane to get us wasted. It's our bachelorette party anyway." I was about to reply but the music boomed louder and the party goers started to dance. The song of Earth, Wind and Fire, September played at the same time the lighting flashed spiritedly around, making me realize that the theme of the party was more like disco-ish. Not wild but definitely jamming. Damn, Primrose might be a diva queen but she knew how to throw a decent party.

I have this weird feeling something isn't right. I link everyone, and a few people say they could use some help, so I run around helping most say no, thanks or whatever that says they don't need anything. I am glad I got to help some of them, though. When I'm done helping the pack members, I head home to help Mom, Bri, and the omegas. The day goes by quickly, and it's almost time for the party when Brian gets home. We get dressed together and head down.The party is amazing. it's in a big ball room made up like a fancy green house. Lights are hanging everywhere and flowers cover the building. There is so much food and great music playing. Everyone is dancing or eating and having a great time.

"Why not? I'll be good, I promise," "T, it's not you I'm worried about. It's everyone else," he paused for a second before saying, "Blake's parties are known to have a reputation," Of course, I knew all about that reputation. Blake's parties were always over the top and scandalous. It was notoriously known as the place where girls in our school came to lose their virginity. I couldn't really blame them though, the place was crawling with hot surfers and teenage hormones.

She asked, concern etched in her voice. I shook my head, my determination unwavering. "I'm not interested in those parties. I'm okay here," I replied, shrugging. Lola nodded understandingly and went off to join the celebration. The sounds of the party filled the air as music blasted through the speakers and laughter echoed throughout the pack house. From the kitchen, I could faintly hear the cheering and excitement of the pack members. It seemed that our hard work had paid off, and everyone was enjoying the food and the joyful atmosphere.

Nora asked. “Not with the way he was kissing Caroline, it won’t. Besides, I don’t want him to stay with me out of pity, or feel like he was forced to be with me.” Sally said. By this time, they had already pulled up to the venue of the party, which was already going on in full force, considering they were late. It was a work party. According to Brian, the company he worked for, was able to seal a long coveted deal with another company and this party had been organized so that they could celebrate.

She asked, concern etched in her voice. I shook my head, my determination unwavering. "I'm not interested in those parties. I'm okay here," I replied, shrugging. Lola nodded understandingly and went off to join the celebration. The sounds of the party filled the air as music blasted through the speakers and laughter echoed throughout the pack house. From the kitchen, I could faintly hear the cheering and excitement of the pack members. It seemed that our hard work had paid off, and everyone was enjoying the food and the joyful atmosphere.

A very tiny second. Then Dominic slapped his hands on the table. “Okay, okay, so listen. Saturday night. We’re throwing the biggest party of the year. Like—my mom’s out of town, dude. OUT. OF. TOWN. There’s gonna be music, drinks, a freaking smoke machine because Levi stole it from the theatre club.” “It was abandoned,” Levi corrected with a mouthful of protein bar. Dominic ignored him. “You HAVE to come, Gabriel.” I leaned back, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “Hard pass.” They all groaned like I offended their ancestors.

she giggles naughtily. We reach the destination. The party was being held in some rich assistant director’s condo. I enter the house and find myself in front of a flat-packed with people. The condo was stunning and offered a gorgeous view of LA’s skyline. This party was so legit that all the rich kids of the block were here. People were talking, drinking, smoking, hugging each other. Girls were dressed in itsy bitsy bikinis being carried by shirtless guys and thrown in the adjoining pool. It was a real fun party atmosphere. I grab a mean cocktail and start talking to a few people.

They praised me politely. Kevin and I swapped numbers for the gathering. I sent him a message, only to find out I was blocked. My heart sank. Did he think I was too easy? I felt flustered. My eyes were red, and tears streamed down my face. I sent him another text. The text was delivered and read. What was going on? Was the internet connection bad? I frowned. I asked him to meet me at a restaurant. Under the dim light, he wanted to hold my hand, but I pushed his hand away.

Normal stuff. But I keep glancing toward the windows where the brunette was sitting, and I can't shake the image of his hands shaking as he packed up his books. Later that evening, I'm in my dorm room trying to focus on homework when my phone buzzes. Dad: School bonding party this Saturday at the Morrison house. Make sure the whole team shows up. Good for morale. I stare at the text for a minute, thinking. A party means the whole student body will probably show up. Rich kids at Blackridge never pass up a chance to drink expensive alcohol and show off their clothes.