Time To Party Memes Novels & Stories

Oh, my fucking gosh! I couldn't remember the last time I was this excited, but I couldn’t wait for tonight! I was finally having a party, that was for me! Organised for me, people who were coming to celebrate me! This felt unreal. Tonight was finally my welcoming party, after at least what I think had been three months, but they say it had just been almost two; okay... but the point was the weekend was finally here! Malakhi had told me almost every story of every party they have here, from welcoming parties, crowning parties, retirement parties, and so many parties that seemed awesome to be at, and I just couldn’t wait; it was finally my turn to get some sort of fun time here!

The guys take no time at all to begin planning the party. Nobody really knows what the party is for except for the Hybrid Council. The fact that there are cupcakes with babies on them as well as a huge cake that says Happy Mates seems to be throwing off the bakery. The same can be said when Kevin went to get decorations and got some for both a baby themed party and a mating party. Now, the entire pack is excited about the party that they cannot seem to figure out.

I asked Maya who was digging into a sandwich in my tiny apartment kitchen. “All your outfits scream gay” she said and I could not tell if she was joking or not. But I didn't care anyway. “But for real, it's just a party. You're going to be there for like an hour. Max, two” “That's not true” I whined. But I didn't care anyway. “But for real, it’s not like you’ll be there for a long time. One hour, Max, two, and you’ll be on your way back home”

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.

Next to Draya. He was half dressed—getting ready for one of his many workout sessions, looking good as hell, but I wasn't happy to see him at all. “What time is the party?” He sat in the chair next to my bed to put his shoes on. Didn’t ask how I was doing, if there was anything wrong. Nothing. But knowing him, I sensed the attitude in his voice and knew to ask what his problem was. “What’s wrong with you?” “I’m sick of playing nice with that man,” he said. “You lucky I love you, cause I wouldn’t be here right now. And then he asks if he can turn my fucking engagement party into some bullshit attention grab for some bullshit campaign.”

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

“There are plenty of fresh meats, and I’m hungry.” “Like the one on your plate?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I was so over him describing women with food. He didn’t respond as expected, and I averted my gaze to his assistant. “Dante, what time will the party be starting?” “It’s an all-night party, we leave by 12am.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? We didn’t do anything wrong. Stop acting like we’re guilty of some crime, because we’re not.” Her words are strong, but the weight of them doesn’t quite sink in. I nod half-heartedly, chewing the inside of my cheek as I glance down at my phone. A text from Mariam lights up my screen: You guys coming to the party? It’s in two days! Let’s go together! Millie peeks over my shoulder and smirks. “Looks like the universe wants you there. Mariam, the cheer squad, and Samantha. You’re a hot commodity, babe.”

Elias returned the fake smile with one of her own, then she gently began tugging her arm away from Amanda's, but Amanda's grip was too firm, "No promises, but I'll try to stop by!" "Perfect!" Amanda beamed, finally letting her arm go, "The party starts at 9:00pm and everyone will be expecting you! It's gonna be unforgettable," Everyone??

Chicago smiled. "Don't worry, he won't be here for long," Matt said. "I will mislead him and make sure he fails." *** "The party is 10 pm tomorrow, if I email you the address, then you're invited," Megan addressed her teammates. "Are you sure we should be partying?" Jordan asked. "We might get in trouble with Coach Maleek." "It's just to celebrate our victory, making it to the Olympics," Megan snapped. "When we win the trophy, then you'll know what real partying means."