The Block Party Novels & Stories

Twenty-seven: Mia Conner The party that Spring Break had been something to remember. Brooklyn had gone all out. Somehow, she’d gotten a DJ, a photobooth, and a cotton candy machine, and a tattoo artist. The back lawn of Crescent Manor had been completely turned into something resembling a carnival and a party.

Thane decided to continue his narration. “Every year, a party is held, a party that we mafias like to refer to as The Bloody Get-together. As the theme defines, it gets bloody.” He lapsed, looking to the crowd that has began to take notice of him and his escort, especially his companion, so beautiful she’s the center of attention. Jealousy ripped into Thane’s eyes as his expression darkened, he jumped down of the stool he sat on. He stormed over to one of the men staring at Kory.

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 you, Bella, you better not ghost on me—because I’m throwing a party.” My brows lifted. “A party-party?” “A party-party,” he confirmed. “Small, just a few friends. Drinks, music, maybe those little mini hot dogs you like.” I snorted. “Only if you promise not to sing.” “No deal,” he laughed. “My bar, my mic, my playlist.” “God help us,” Harper muttered, but she was smiling. The idea of a house party would’ve made my wolf bristle before—too many scents, too many eyes. But now, I just looked around at the people who had become my family and felt... okay.

"Now, I will claim what was meant for me all along." ​Laura felt a surge of cold dread. They had been led like lambs, and now they were trapped in the very heart of the mystery they had come to solve. The trap had closed, and the endgame of the Pact of Blood had begun.

my mom said "There's that party Camelia and Cameron are having at their house. Can I go?" "Of course, my dear...but your two brothers will go with you," my mother said, then my eyes widened in astonishment "But..." I said, trying to block her decision "No, but..." Mom said insistently "This is going to be the worst party ever" I said in my mind "It's party time, little sister," Cole said with a smile, holding Jia "Kill me now" I said in my mind with displeasure What will happen at the party? Will you be hell?

Everyone groaned. The music was thumping, the moon was high, and the backyard was lit up like a midsummer dream. Floating lanterns drifted lazily in the air, casting a warm glow over the party as laughter and the smell of grilled meat filled the air. Chelsea had outdone herself—again—but no one dared say it out loud. They were still recovering from the “P*******t Possession.”

said Eli with a wry smile. “I can’t wait,” replied Lewis, full of sarcasm. “When is the party?” Lorenzo asked. “Saturday night. It’s at the Apollo Bar in the city.” “It’s off pack territory? Why didn’t I know about this?” “I didn’t think I needed your permission to go to a party? Lewis and Drew know, they’re both going with me.” She looked over at Drew. “Well, they were going. I’m guessing you’re not going to feel like partying now though?”

“Yeah… you’re right. I got this.” Little did I know my pussy was the one about to get ruined. ……. The neighborhood night party was already jumping when we pulled up. They threw one every weekend, but this Saturday they made it special. Welcome banners were hung around with extra lights strung across the big backyard. The music was bumping loud enough to feel in your chest. Chris carried the cake while I clutched a bottle of wine, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt as people waved us over. One of our neighbours who goes by Derek spotted us first.

"C'mon, tell me about it. Ichabod's time loop game is mad, man. Can you imagine? an obsessed fan of mine also told me of how I promised to take her out, well I'm definitely considering that. Theo said looking over at Lucian whose eyes dimmed seeing something in his system. "Guys, our business alliance that were here yesterday is throwing a big middle year party till dawn, tomorrow. And we are invited to come with second parties strictly." Lucian read out from his system. "Yeah!! That's the life I'd dreamt of coming through. Party! Party! Party!" Theo exclaimed. "Wait, what do they mean by second party? I don't have no second party for now. I mean, we just arrived, literally."