All Chapters of His Book club : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kael's pov My phone vibrated in my palm.The sight of Professor Mike's name on my phone's screen was like a splash of cold water, instantly draining the happiness from my system. Memories of our previous conversation flooded back, and I knew he wouldn't be calling unless it was important . He wasn't the type that gets involved in idle chats. Every interaction with him was laced with purpose. My mind began to whirl with possibilities as I answered the phone.“Kael,” his steady academic voice boomed through the phone.“Good afternoon, professor Mike,” I greeted, trying to hide my nervousness from my voice.“I finally compiled the documents you requested. If you’re free, you can come by my house and review them.”The air in my lungs tightened and I felt uneasy. “Can I come now?” I asked“Sure, you can come now,” he said.“I’m on my way,” I said before I could think. I hung up on him on the call. My movements were swift as the elevator hit the lobby. I didn't waste any time as I was a

Kael's pov The curtains in my room hadn’t moved in two days. I had let the light rot into a dull orange as the sun slid up, down, and back up again. My phone lay facedown on the desk, buzzing every few minutes but I didn't care.All I could see was the gravestone. ‘Ariana Smith, beloved mother…’ The memories of that night replayed in my mind like a haunting film, refusing to fade. Even when I was awake, the images lingered, the screech of tires, the crunch of metal, the shattered glass.Since I found out the truth, the sounds echoed in my head, a relentless loop that haunted me every waking moment. But it was the weight of responsibility that crushed me. The knowledge that I was behind the wheel, that my actions had taken her life. And my dad paid her off without my knowledge. The guilt was suffocating, a heavy burden that I carried with me everywhere. I saw her face in my mind, the same smile she wore in her photos burned through me, and the pain of what I'd done ripped through me

Arian's pov The atmosphere was bubbling with excitement as the reading festival began in the grand hall. Bright decorations adorned the walls and pillars, infusing the space with an air of excitement and creativity. Shelves behind the main hall overflowed with books of every genre: fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and more. The colors and titles of the novels seemed to dance on the shelves, inviting attendees to explore their stories. New generation authors and readers mingled, their faces lit up with enthusiasm as they discussed their favorite books and writers. I should have been floating with pride but my stomach was knotted, my palms damp with sweat.Everything seems so perfect but it didn't settle on me. It feels like a part of me was missing. Despite the beauty of the hall, I wasn't feeling excited the way I was supposed to be. “Stop frowning,” April whispered, tugging at the hem of my blazer as we checked the sign-in table. “It looks like we actually pulled this off.”“I’ll st

Arian's pov April closed the space between us, nudging me. “You should write this down before you forget how you feel.”“I don’t think I’ll forget,” I said, glancing at Kael.He gave me the faintest nod, something warm flickering behind his eyes, and I let myself inhale the quiet pride.“This is the important part,” I said and everyone turned to me with their eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were done,” April said, her smile turning to a frown.“I'm not even close,” I said, grinning like a child that just won a pack of candy. Maya's face was pinched, a sour look etched on her face. However, I knew her usual warmth and light would soon shine through. And just as I expected it to clear, she straightened, ready to listen. “The president sure has a lot of things to say tonight,” Brent teased me.“I promise, I won't waste our time,” I said with sincerity.Kael looked at me with curiosity. I could tell he really wants to know what I still want to say. Only if he knew I wanted to talk abo

Kael's pov My mind reeled as all the events whirled around me so fast. The weight of realizing I had caused Arian's mother's death still lingered heavily on me. Yet, in the same breath, I'd met Linda Lively and brought her to the book club festival. It was a moment that should've felt triumphant, but it was overshadowed by guilt. And then, Arian apologized and thanked me. He even went as far as handing me the best member award with a smile so warm and genuine. I joined the book club for this award and I finally got it but I didn't feel triumphant. I should've felt elated, but the emotions swirling inside me were too tangled to unravel. Everything felt surreal, as if I was watching the scene unfold from outside my body. I thought I could talk to him if he rode with me in my car but he decided to squeeze into Sammy's car. I know I'm not in the position to be mad but I couldn't help it because, despite guilt eating me up, he was making it harder for me to communicate. During the tr