The Fateful Invitation Novels & Stories

It was not something to be ashamed of in my perspective, but it can definitely be a big issue once it gets out so the house where Felix was working and everyone in my household had their tongues tied. Snapping out of my pool of thoughts, Viola handed me a maroon invitation with golden letterings. Even though it was just a few centimeters away from me, I could already smell its floral scent. “Mrs. Faustina has invited you to her birthday party tonight. I was actually going to give it to you days ago, but you were hospitalized so it only took me now to hand it over. Will you be attending?” I heaved a sigh as I shifted back to signing the remaining documents.

The only thing I wonder about is the color of the paper, it's violet. This Invitation is given to COLE AIDEN MILLER for the 18th birthday of LARA VIA SMITH "Tsk, why do I need to attend on this kind of cheesy occasion of Triplets sister!" Why do I need to attend I'll just waste my time on that! Piece of shit!

How about we go there to watch some fun show? My face turned sunny, and my lips broke into a happy, satisfied smile. I knew Tristan was the right choice I made to enable all my plans come through. Taking one of the invitations in his hand, I glances at it thoroughly, reading to myself, the words written on it, and it read, "D'Williams corporation invites you to their exclusive business dinner. This invitation is for Mrs. Valerie King," ''Valerie King?'' I called almost in a surprise question. Did Tristan make me take his last name unknowingly?

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

I was surprised to find his words weren’t slurred like they would normally be at this time of night. “I’ve been busy, Liam. What can I do for you?” “Too busy to answer the fucking phone?” “It was a matter of life or death if you really need to know. What do you want?” I rubbed my temple with my free hand, a headache starting to form. I noticed Zak’s parents sat down at the table, along with Gabriel, Kai and the two other council members, Ashlynn and Damien. “Life and death? What sort of shit are you involved in?”

She got to the heart of the whole mess; of course she wouldn't let this go. "Because Fred received only one invitation, and the invitations are individual and personalized. So Fred said he wouldn't go without you, and I think as the future director of the hospital, he needs to attend because, unfortunately, this event is an excellent business networking opportunity, let's say. So I called Domani and demanded your invitation," my uncle explained. "I see. But I don't mind if you go, Fred. Of course this is a trap to throw that little miss at you, and knowing that, I can have some cards up my sleeve." Melissa smiled, and I knew that little head was working.

Mandy replied in a pitiful tone, “Helen has always been kind of aloof with people. You’re probably imagining things.” The person scratched his head. “I guess I must have been mistaken then…” The next day, Joel used Mandy’s phone to call me several times in a row. I did not answer a single call. The boarding time was drawing near, and there were still dozens of minutes left on the drive to the airport. With no other choice, Joel got into the car with the others but still could not resist sending one last message. [Helen, you really deserve a lesson.] By the time he boarded the plane, my parents and I were in the Yorks family’s residence.

“I've been asked to escort you.” “Escort me… where?” My brows knitted, then I glanced at the clock. “And why? My dinner with Prince Seth—” “The dinner has been cancelled,” the maid said coldly. “Prince Seth had important matters to take care of. I'm here to escort you to my lady.” I blinked. “What?” “May I remind you she's a royal. Disobeying her direct order will be a sign of disrespect.” She locked her brown eyes on me.

Leilani replied. “And usually, you can only go if you’ve been invited. You leave the party, join the others, and on the invitation usually tells you whether you’re a spectator or player. Some will even pay thousands just to get one,” Tarek continued with a shrug. “Well, that’s not too bad. It sounds like a kids' game. Why would you even need an invitation to it?” I said, my body relaxed with relief. A small part of me wanted to laugh at this ridiculous idea; anyone would think it was a reckless and dangerous game from their reactions. But it turns out it’s nothing but simple games that old people would play.

Topher dropped the heavy envelope on my desk and practically skipped back to his desk to continue his letter. I waited until I could hear his fleet fingers on his keyboard, and then I reached for the invitation. The paper was fine linen and embossed with a compass design. Inside the invitation only gave a restaurant and a time. I wondered if the compass signified the new direction everyone was looking for. Was it for an office farewell party? There was no signature or indication of who sent it. I dismissed the idea of an office party as my phone and email exploded with invites to such get-togethers. This was different.