Book Club Menu Novels & Stories

She held a book and opened it up. “Oh… “, I looked down at the menu for a while. I still didn't know what to order. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “I just don’t know what to get. What’s your customer's favorite?” “The cheesy chicken pasta can never go wrong,” she smiled. “Okay then, can I also get a cupcake, some brownies, and muffins on the go?” I would need them for my marathon movie night, as I wasn't going to that party anymore.

" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks. "I'm good," Julian said quickly. She turned half-way around, half-smiling. "It's bookstore coffee, Mr. Blackwood. Not poison." A silence. Then— "Julian," he corrected softly. Lena's hands froze on the mug. He’d never told her his first name before. She turned, her smile softening. “Alright. Julian, then.” She poured two mugs before he could argue further. “You can decline the second cup, but I’ll be offended.”

My stomach fluttered and I held everything in me not to swoon. The man showed me the menus from different shops on the tablet. I hadn’t eaten all morning and I was starving. The thought of food had me grinning harder. We put the order in then I bit my lower lip, wondering if to ask or not. I didn’t know how long I would be there and maybe the Tok had influenced me. “ Is there a place where I can buy a book nearby?” “ What kind of book?” “ A novel?” “We can get someone to grab a few for you. What titles would you like?”

“Do we still need a minute?” We all looked around and nodded. “I’ll take the ribeye with mashed potatoes. Medium rare, please.” Nora ordered first. “Ribeye, rare with potatoes, is fine.” Heath said as he gathered their menus. “I’ll take the Strip, rare with steamed broccoli.” Luca ordered. “Blacken Salmon with steamed broccoli, please.” Quincy nodded before taking our menus. “Perfect. I’ll get that right out for you.” He gave a little bow before walking away.

Hazel enjoys getting to know all of them, and she feels like she's making a difference in their lives, one book at a time. Hazel's favorite part of her job is hosting the weekly book club. It's a small group of about eight people, but they're passionate about reading and always have fascinating insights to share. One of the members, a woman named Margaret, is especially enthusiastic. She always brings snacks for the group and keeps everyone engaged in lively discussion. One day, Margaret comes in with a big smile on her face. "You'll never believe what happened!" she says. "I was at the grocery store, and I ran into a famous author!

"Come join us for lunch then!" As soon as Tybalt has found a spot, the rest of us got out of the vehicle fast. Harry opened the door for us ladies as my eyes easily found us a table. We are at Kofibucks, I mean, whoever is not in the mood for coffee, yeah? Unless you are a hater of it, of course you wouldn't like going here. "Usuals?" the youngest of the Ellis' brothers ask Tybalt and I, we both nod our head. Then he turns to Evette who is sitting right beside me, "What do you usually have?"

He didn't have the jammer on. She nodded. She understood. "Well, I haven't had any luck on my end either. There are hundreds of neighborhoods just on this side of Atlantis. But you're right. Fate will be fate." They ate in silence for a little while. "Dinner is good," he said. "Thank you." "How was book club?" "It was great. We finished our book and will start a new one." "What was the last one about?" "Romance." Tom nodded. "You know," Brooke put her elbow on the table and planted her chin in it. She leaned a little forward, her bosom puckering a bit. "You might like some of the parts in that book."

he lied. They walked into the café and were greeted by confused gazes from the pack members. “How can I help you today?” Looking at the teenage pack member, Rayland shrugged. He looked up at Chris and asked, “What are we getting?” Chris looked down at him with a raised brow and pointed to the menu up on the wall. “Choose whatever; they have banana, bubble gum, chocolate, almond, mint, fuck they have too many flavours.” The teenager manning the register chuckled and nodded in agreement. Rayland read the menu and listed, “Dark chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, Oreo flavoured, uhm… fiesta fruit and chocolate mint.”

I’m happy to find we’re still lust-filled. When Garret clears his throat for a second time, Calvin escorts me to the back counter. “This is the staging area where the staff will gather the food and drinks on trays to deliver to the tables.” “Oh, I thought it was a bar,” I state. Calvin shakes his head. “Drinks for the restaurant will be filled in the bar and delivered through a connecting door in the back of the kitchen.” He opens the swinging doors to point in that direction. Then, he shows me a sample of the type of menus they’ve ordered. The leather exterior will display the name Brink on the front and information about Fringe, the club, on the back. The interior allows for the rotating m

“Humans mostly don’t do that.” “Right,” Lucian said. “No growling.” Maddie returned with our drinks, and several leather bound booklets, which proved to be a list of food offered in the steakhouse. We debated for a few moments, then decided on a large house special steak each. “You folks must be hungry,” Maddie said when we ordered. “Wonderful, I’ll have those right out to you. Would you like some rolls while you wait?” “Yes, please,” I said.