The Party Novels & Stories

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

It was the holiday season. So, I took my foster daughter, Megan Delgado, to the mansion in Syleria Bay to relax and unwind. From a distance, I could already see that the mansion was brightly lit. A woman yanked the door open with an impatient look on her face. “Who are you? You’re interrupting my daughter’s birthday party. Are you asking for trouble?” She seemed so sure of herself, so I thought I must have pulled up to the wrong house in the dark.

Sara’s POV The party was in full swing, the grand ballroom buzzing with the chatter of high-profile guests. Zack's grandfather had outdone himself with the event, ensuring that every detail was perfect. The decorations were opulent, with towering floral arrangements and glittering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room. A live orchestra played soft music, setting the mood for the evening.

“He says he thought it was me. And then he says it was all a dream. So, I don’t know what to believe. But I know for a fact it wasn’t me in the bed with him. I did think it was a dream at first. But then we walked into brunch this morning and I saw her sitting there … with this all-telling smirk on her face. And of course, Kannon froze up like he was guilty as charged. That told me everything I needed to know.” “Mi just a wonder… why yuh still a keep di party if yuh nuh feel up to it?” “My dad.” I shrugged. “He’s running for mayor and wants to use the party for his campaign.” Monty let out a soft chuckle before he looked at me with the most gentle eyes, and I

she smiled again. -- [Daryl's Party] It's 8pm, and the party is already in a hoop. Electronic pop music swirled with the sharp night air, and the loudness pulsated through the walls and doors. Males and females holding solo cups, students drinking on stage, dancing and swaying with the music tempo. The house is full to the brim. The party is happening in Daryl's house, and as a spoilt brat that she is, she got everything at the tip of her fingers since her parents are out of the country.

​Dave stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Laura’s shoulder as he offered a firm, diplomatic nod to the emissary. "The Grand Alliance welcomes all who seek peace and mutual respect. Rest assured, our borders are open to partners, just as they are closed to tyrants." ​With the diplomatic test successfully passed, the foreign delegation was escorted to the grand banquet halls to partake in a feast celebrating the new cross-realm partnership.

At my son's birthday party, someone suggests playing Guess Who. My seven-year-old kid, Max Schofield, draws the card and goes first. "A person. He's old, ugly, and has a terrible temper." My wife, Louise Young, ponders briefly before adding, "And controlling. Being around him is suffocating." My mother-in-law, Elaine Horton, nods along. "He's got no class and always knows how to ruin the mood." I run through every possibility in my head. "Is it a villain from some TV show? Or one of our awful relatives?" Max bursts out laughing and exclaims, "Dad, you're so dumb! We're talking about you!" Everyone erupts in laughter, and I become the first one eliminated. The game moves on to the next

Party of the first part agrees to maintain appropriate public decorum. Party of the first part will not engage in activities that damage the Blackwell reputation. Party of the first part will attend all required social functions and represent the Blackwell name with dignity. Party of the first part. Not my name. Just a legal term for the thing Kael had purchased. "Sign at the bottom," Marcus said. I signed. He collected all the documents. Put them in his briefcase. Stood up. "Welcome to the family, Mrs. Blackwell." He left.

"What party?" Kay toppled over some books on my desk, I stared at her hoping for an explanation prior to what she just said. "Corby is holding a party. Heard from one of the director of the boards that it's celebrating our collaboration with RR enterprise" I sucked in a breath. How come I didn't know of this. And if there is really going to be a celebration party, Fabrico might be there. That's if he doesn't send Karen to come in-stead of him.

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."