The Party Novels & Stories

The men would slump on the couch, drinking, playing poker, and talking business, while Juliet strutted around in crop tops and tiny shorts like it was a runway. I had told him I hated those gatherings and begged him to stop going. He just brushed me off. "Margot, networking is part of my job. We talk business and make connections at those parties. Come on, we're not attached at the hip just because we're dating. "Juliet is like one of the guys. We are business partners. Even if she walked in front of me undressed, I would feel nothing." All of it was just pretty lies to keep me quiet.

she said, taking my wrist. I looked at her, still feeling a little unsure. "What is the party all about?" "It's just a win celebration for the team," Fiona explained as we stood near the bottom of the stairs. "We host them after major games. There will be drinks, music, and a big fire. You can get to meet other shifters from the estate and make some new friends."

“I think Noah is just trying to be careful. Would you tone it down a notch, though, big guy?” He laughs. “Of course.” I smile at him and start to go around, inspecting the place while allowing my thoughts to wander from time to time. The party starts tonight at eleven and carries everyone into the new year. People come in and out of the house with rentals, food trays, flowers, speakers, and decorations. Music plays from a speaker in the kitchen while Noah complains through the entire setup process. Alan stays out of sight the whole time. Not like I expect him to come around… but maybe to have a glimpse at what’s happening?

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?”

Emily POV The day of the party had arrived, and the palace grounds were transformed into a spectacle of celebration. The air was alive with laughter, music, and the tantalizing aroma of a myriad of dishes being prepared for the feast. Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze, displaying the unity of our pack—a merging of two powerful packs into one. It was meant to be a day of joy, a symbol of our strength and unity, but deep within me, a gnawing unease persisted.

Just then, Paula came back with the check we paid and gave her a generous tip. We have a party to get to, they told her. Alright, I guess I will see you all there as they were walking out. Then they turned around and looked at her. Excuse me, I said, you will see us at the party? Yes, she said, I will see you there. How do you know about this party? I am part of your pack, Paula said. You don't remember me, do you, Ivory? Have a lovely day.

(3rd person P.O.V) At the party, everyone was busy enjoying the party. Some people were enjoying dancing on the dance floor, some were enjoying food, and some were enjoying drinks while talking. The main topic of most people’s discussion at the party is who will be their Luna.

"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.

“Alright, then. See you tonight at the party.” The night of the success party is a dazzling affair, set against the backdrop of a luxurious venue that exudes elegance and sophistication. The room is bathed in warm, golden light, casting a glow over the assembled guests. The air is filled with the soft hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses, a symphony of celebration that resonates with the pride and joy of the evening.

Karl I sit in my office, the plans for the party shifting from a regular holiday gathering to a masquerade. The change feels refreshing, and much to my surprise, I find myself smiling as I work. The party is this weekend, which is only a few days away; I feel bad making it on such short notice, but I know that people will come. And besides, I’m more concerned about Abby being able to make it—not to mention the effect this will have on the upcoming election.