Unscramble Invited Novels & Stories

The physical invitation arrived by courier at two o'clock on Friday afternoon, stamped in heavy gold leaf on cream cardstock. Evelyn sat at the granite island in Julian's kitchen, staring down at the thick linen paper. The rain outside had finally cleared, leaving behind a dull grey fog that hung over the East River. "The International Maritime and Logistics Alliance," Evelyn read aloud, her thumb running over the raised lettering. "Hosted by Harrison Vance and Cross Holdings at the Plaza Grand Ballroom. Black tie required."

Flipping the invitation over, I searched for clues. On the back, written in shaky cursive script, You will want to see this. That only added to the mystery. An invitation from Markus inviting me to some unknown location this Saturday night… What would I want to see?

She hands me the card, and I look at it. The Velvet Accord, it reads, Vail Ridge. Basement. Dinner starts promptly at 8 PM. Underneath this is an address. “What I’ve just invited you to at the The Velvet Accord is by invitation only.” The woman says this as I meet her gaze after reading what’s on the card. “If you’re tired of vanilla, this is your chance to try a whole world of flavors.” She steps away. “If you decide to come, rest assured: there will be someone there who’ll be more than happy to take what you have to offer, whatever that is.”

“Did someone invite you here? Did someone tell you about this?” She asked in great disbelief. Her eyes were wide in shock as she looked around, trying to find who the hell invited the ‘uninvited’ person. None of them tried to clash with her gaze. They looked away except for the very girl who really invited her, April. Sheryl looked shocked before the fury made its way to her pretty face. “April?”

“If you don’t come to my 22nd birthday party tonight, Aurora, you’ll regret it. And we both know you don’t need another reason to hate your life.” The entire cafeteria had stared, their judgment piercing me like knives. No one stepped in. No one said a word. Back in my tiny apartment, the invitation sits on my nightstand like a bright, mocking slap in the face. Bachelor Village. Rebecca’s mansion. It was a place where I could never truly belong. You don’t have to go, Ice urges. Stay home. Let her talk. You owe her nothing. “I can’t,” I whisper. “If I don’t go, it’ll be worse.”

Yet, she claimed to be his good friend. The leader responded curtly, “No. You can’t enter without an invite.” Cyan frowned. She introduced herself, only to be blown off. Out of ideas, she tipped her friends the wink. The influencers gathered around the Viper’s Den members. “Oh, please, mister. Please.” “We don’t have an invite, but we are not the bad guys. Look at us. Do we look like the kind to ruin the party?” “Why don’t you feel for my muscles?”

“The party's strictly invitation only.” “Actually, I think you mean "e-vitation" only." Mia holds up a phone with her own smug smile as their faces suddenly appear on the guests list. “I do hope you still remember how to groove, Cameron. This is going to be one party that won't be forgotten any time soon.”

Edmin. " Hello, ma'am. " " Yes, any problem. " I asked him. " you got an invitation, ma'am. " " Which company?" " gold corp. " " just throw the invitation. " I don't want to get involved in his matter hereafter. " ma'am.." " if there is an invitation from the gold corp. just throw it and don't inform me. " I don't want to have any relationship with him. " ok, ma'am. "

“If you’re free, my friend, shall we have a little chat?” Everyone was dumbfounded. Uncle Chase had personally extended an invitation to him! That was such an honor!

See, this is what I would miss if I left. "We're more than happy to see if any of them were here or are here now. Do you want to have the others come in?" Garrett asks them. Others? How many others? Oh, shit, is the king and queen with them? Do I need to curtsy and offer them tea, or is that only the king and queen of England?