The Block Party Novels & Stories

"So that was the real reason why you needed me." He nodded. "I tried stalling but they can't put it off anymore. There would be a party in three days time to celebrate our partnership." A Bratva party. I was not really sure I wanted to go there. The events of the past week had thrust me into a world I never thought I would be a part of. But then, there was a resilience in me, a determination not to let fear dictate my choices. I was already in this and there was nothing I could do about it.

I sign underneath in red, the crayon wobbling because my hand is shaking from caffeine and adrenaline. We stare at our handiwork. “This is the dumbest legal document in history,” I say. “Or the smartest,” he counters. He takes a photo. I take a photo. Evidence, insurance, keepsake—take your pick. Doris drops two pieces of pie we never ordered. On the house, apparently, or she’s just tired of us. We eat in silence for a minute. “New Year’s Eve,” he says eventually. “Four days. My friends are doing a thing—rooftop bar, nothing fancy. You in?”

He said, shrugging his shoulders. I looked down feeling shy, knowing perfectly well that we’re still in broad daylight and it wasn’t like we were hidden away from people to show that type of affection in front of people. We walked for a good couple of minutes until we finally arrived at the only house in the block that’s throwing a massive wild house party and you can already see people heading inside where the music was blasting so loud; the neighbors will be annoyed by the end of the night. We walked inside, you can already tell how this was a typical party where half the teenagers here are either drunk, stoned, or all the above. This was a little overwhelming because I was never intereste

Good thing she didn't wrap her arm around Gio again. "It's better in the park, there's a party there later at night," Sharmaine said. "Wow, what time?" I asked. "Around nine o'clock in the evening, many people were attending." "What's that? Is that a club or something?” Gio suddenly interrupted us. "No, Honey. It's Bayle," I answered. "Alright, let's go to that party later," he said and winked. "Oh, too sweet! Respect for single here!" Sharmaine said and was annoyed. Gio and I just shook our heads.

"More?!" "Last one, dear" "We need to go find some thing for the party tonight" "Party?" "Don't tell me you don't know about it" "I don't-" "Oh my god, what do I do about this boy? There is a party, a corporate event, that is hosted by our company and another company in celebration of our friendship. It is at the British mueseum and there are going to be thousands of girls, models and heiress of huge companies and even the brands we shopped from.

“Don’t sweat it. We’ll dance, mingle, maybe both get guys, and then go home. Simple fun.” “I’d like to have fun too,” someone said, suddenly joining the conversation. “Oh—hey, Jordan,” I said, turning to him. “You guys talking about the block party at nine?” Eli nodded like his life depended on it. “You should totally come,” Jordan said. “It’ll be fun. And for what it’s worth, Nova, I’ll be there too. You’ll have company.” He smiled and walked off. “Yay!! Party!!” Eli cheered. That was literally all he talked about for the rest of the day, while I mentally scanned my wardrobe.

In moments, she was in her backyard, trotting away, across their yard, across the street, and beginning her ten block walk to the party. * As Scarlet turned the corner, she was struck by all the activity on Jake’s block, and in front of his house. All the other streets around here were dead quiet, with not a sign of life—but in stark contrast was Jake’s block, lined with parked cars. His house was entirely lit up, every light on in every room on every floor, and dozens of kids on the front and back lawns, holding cups of beer and wine coolers. Music was blasting so loud that she could hear it even from here, a block away, along with the hum of conversation, shouts, laughter and partying.

Shayla said as she passed the blunt to me. “Thanks. So what y’all doing this weekend? Y’all having another party?” “Yeah girl. Mike got some of his guys coming in from out of town so he wants to have a nice party so he can sell and we can make some money.” “Well I will be there. I need to get my shit tapped just right.” “Yeah, them fuckers last night wasn’t into shit but smoking and bones. I think they were gay.” Shayla said and I almost choked. Mike and Shayla have these parties from time to time called‘Play Parties’. A select group of people are invited over to their house where we have a nice get-together were we drink, Mike sells a selection of goodies and sometimes, there would be some

Sadness! It felt so real...dream Tristan was definitely a better person than real Tristan. "So what was the dream about?" Maya poked my arm. "Nothing." I twitched my nose like a bunny. "Anyways, there's a party coming up?" "Another one?" I stretched and yawned. "Yes." Her eyes brightened up. "There's always a party you know." "True." Dry toned me. "So, whose party is it?" "The Crocs." She revealed. "For their victory."

Alex mumbled and stared at her alongside others. “I am loving this party.” Bryan said seeing a few kids his age around. Bryar was still shy and nervous and she was still holding onto her mother’s hand tightly. Cole was also present and he wasn't so surprised, he already heard she was the killer and she was behind his business going down. He chuckled as he took a gulp from the glass of wine with him. The party was the annual party of the most important people in New York, it was an appreciation party. “Come on.” Blakeley said to her kids as she spotted an empty table, they all walked towards it and she sat with her children.