Unscramble Invited Novels & Stories

Sasha picked my torn invitation off the ground and waved it in front of Kevin’s face. “I don’t care who she is. Look at the state of her, she stinks and she’s rotten. Not only that the invitation she handed me was torn. It isn’t even the right color. Don’t be fooled Sasha, look at it. It’s not bronze,” he said innocently.

I needed to go to the club and maybe get a new chick who I can have some fun with for the night,no strings attached. A knock on my door pull me out of my thoughts band I shout for the person behind the door to come in. Ivan walked into my room with a stone cold face he was like my pack warriors if we were truly in a pack. He walked closer to me holding some kind of letter on his hand. "What is it ?" I ask him in a low tone, not even bother to look at him. "We've got an invitation, from your lady friend, the queen of the nights"

"sir, an invite was sent to you now by Hurts Business globe,they are inviting you personally to their summer catch up party.. actually I looked through it and most important people in the city are invited..." "Am not interested in such useless party.how dare you call me to tell me this. Yunno I don't like going to useless parties like this if it isn't related to business.!!" "sorry sir,i.." "Cut the crap Piera!!and send my refusal to attend to them together with their invite.." "sir I can just get rid of it and.." "Do as I say...that's your punishment for accepting the invite card first on my behalf. Okay?!" "yes sir I Will"

He extended his hand towards us. "Friends." I and Carlos replied. "Now if we are friends. So it's the invitation." He took out two pieces of rectangular cardboard, apparently an invitation towards us. "Invitation for what?" I asked him while taking the card. "Today we are going to launch the Youth Summer Scheme at Harrison Lodges. Let's groove tonight," He chirped. I didn't know what to say. It wasn't a half-hour ago when he was a stranger to us. Now accepting the invitation. Should I accept?

I sigh, “I shall send the invite first thing.” “Not and invite little mate, a summons. There can be no turning down the request.”

Oh God, I needed to get laid and fast. While blow-drying my hair, a notification caught my eye. Checking my phone, I ran across a text message from an unknown number. "You have been invited to the Black&White Club for an unforgettable night. This is your VIP code so that you can treat yourself with free drinks and private dancers for your pleasure. The code is 45572837. We are waiting for you! Don't miss out this one in a lifetime opportunity to make your wildest fantasies come true ;)!"

scribbled in gold, In elegant script, the invitation read: **"You're Invited: The Medleys Charity Gala. Date: Saturday, 7 PM. Location: The Grand Ballroom, New York City. Dress Code: Formal Attire."** My breath caught for a moment as I took in the words. This was more than just a gathering, it was a chance to step into a world of affluence and influence, a world that seemed miles away from my reality. The gilded edges of the card shimmered in the morning light, making the invitation feel even more special and daunting.

Fine script was etched across the paper, blurred by the distance between us, while the man's long fingers inadvertently obscured half the surface. ​"Good morning, Ladies," he announced smooth as silk, addressing Scarlet first before shifting his gaze directly toward me. "I am here to personally deliver an invitation letter for Miss Lora Vance of La Lora." ​His crisp words instantly seized my full attention. "An invitation?" ​I had no knowledge of any upcoming invitations. My brows furrowed as I glanced toward Scarlet, who turned back to face me the second my voice broke the air. ​"As far as I am aware, Scarlet has not placed any such event on my official schedule," I said, turning my cold ga

Ivy responded for me. “I wanted to invite you to a brunch hosted by my friend. You guys should really get more in touch with your social class and I can hook you guys up on all the ‘in things’ that is going on.” Tomi prattled on as I exchanged a look with Ivy. We do need to associate with others like us, that is the way which we can help A.I. more because everybody knows that business deals goes smoother with acquaintance than complete strangers. “Sure, I would love for that to happen.” Ivy said as she smiled at Tomi.

The invitation arrived four days after the dinner, handwritten on ivory card stock in a slanting, deliberate script. The paper was thick and the envelope was sealed with something that was not quite wax — a formal adhesive embossed with a small, plain E. Aria held it at the kitchen counter and read it twice before setting it down and going about her morning.