What Is A Pure Romance Party Novels & Stories

Ruby smiled at him before grabbing a flute of champagne. "It is a good thing that you convinced the prince to make it a masquerade ball or else it's going to be difficult for us to blend in. And I think... This party has been thought out only for you. The flowers are all your favorites. The colors are mostly shades of your signature. The performers are species you've always wished to see: fairies, nymphs, mermaids, etc. I dare say that this party is a huge declaration of his love for you." Teased Carmilla as she grinned at the maiden.

That year's JS Prom was austere. The antsy political situation was felt everywhere and our principal almost cancelled the event. However, the majority of the students and their parents implored the school authorities to push through with it. Certainly, it was an annual event that most juniors and seniors look forward to and make up the bulk of their high school memories. We were encouraged to wear second-hand gowns and tuxedoes or rent-out from shops that give out discounts and promos to students. Noah comically said even with the end of the world coming, we must have our prom.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Drunk…my ass.” Flipping them the bird, I entered the toilet. “I’m never camping with you guys again,” I murmured, shutting the door behind me. When it was time to pack, Arianna helped me. She sported a fresh smile that warmed my insides. “There’s a British-themed costume party tonight, if you don’t know already,” “What?” she groaned. “We just had a party.” “That was for business associates. This one is for Enrique and Chiara’s friends.” Grandpapa suggested we host a party for all their friends since the wedding was a private event.

Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!" … Under the eerie night sky, the elderly town mayor, George Porter, leaned on his cane and slowly addressed us, "Tonight is Ximena Ferguson's wedding. Dear guests, you wouldn't want to miss it." He paused, lowering his voice. "At 9:00 pm, the ceremony will be held at the manor. As for your wedding gifts…" The corners of his mouth curled up into a strange smile. "Each of you will offer one sacrifice. A human sacrifice."

The Engagement Party Adrian and Sophia stood together in the center of the room. The engagement party was in full swing all around them. It was not a big, fancy ballroom party like their first engagement years ago. It was a small, warm room in a restaurant they both loved downtown. The lights were soft and yellow and low. The music playing in the background was gentle jazz, not too loud, so people could talk. The people in the room were smiling and laughing. Everyone who really mattered was there. Just close family and a few true friends.

"So, basically guys, the idea behind this Pun Party celebration is that, we are playing with words and also, we will be doing others ganes as well. Those fanes connected to each other thus, the idea of the name of the party, Pun Party. Do you get it?" "Yeah. Yes, host. Yes, pretty."' Many responses from the guests with vibes. "So, I hope you guys are here with your Words ryhdm and Pun words to light up thus party. Guys, let's have fun and make this party our own. I want this party to be very ergergetic, hence the reason why I didn't invites some. It's not through hard feelings. Guys, it's time!!" "Yaaaayyyyy"

From snippets of their conversation, I learned that they were planning some sort of get-together that night. They didn't even bother to hide that they were ostracizing me. "Where are we going for dinner tonight, Ricky?" "It's Winnie's birthday, isn't it? Ricky, you're going to have to treat us all to dinner at a five-star hotel!" "Thanks in advance! Yay!" They left in groups of twos or threes, their arms slung over each other's shoulders. They didn't forget to sneer or give me a dirty look whenever they walked past my desk.

From both their reactions, it must have been something they would rather not speak about. "They are special events designed for the pleasure of guests. Ciaran hosts them often, as the pack enjoys the outing. Invites are exclusive and hard to come by. The red carpet is even rolled out for the most famous of guests." Sybil explained, yet the answer was lacking. In what way would a party ever pleasure its guests? Reading the confusion on my face, Ciaran shifted closer to me. "These parties are of a more sexual nature." His voice was barely above a whisper. The laugh broke before I could stop it. Sybil had made me believe it to be some grand affair, not a night filled with sex and alcohol.

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.

“Knew you’d ask.” She let me stew until the end of the day. Then, as I drove her home, she finally spilled. “It’s called The Velvet Room. A groupie party. No discrimination, no judgment, no shame. Just pure indulgence. You walk in, and it’s bodies everywhere—men, women, couples, strangers. People sucking, fucking, touching. Some in masks, some bare-faced, all hungry.” “The rule,” she continued, her voice dropping into a low purr, “is simple. You do what you want, with who you want. No questions, no labels, no guilt. Just pleasure. Pure, filthy pleasure.”