Breakfast Club Plot Novels & Stories

There he would be safe, Tommy assured him. Tommy picked up the phone and dialed a number. There were three rings before a girl answered. “This is Angelica Restaurant, good morning.” One of the waitresses answered politely as ever. “Can I speak to Mr. Libre, please?” Tommy winked at JC. JC kept quiet, listening intently. “Will you give me a moment, sir? Is he one of the Breakfast Club members?” “Yes, please,” confirmed Tommy. “I’ll check if he’s around, sir.” She went to check, then in less than a minute Freedom was on the line.

The club girls were usually in charge of breakfast, and none of them could cook worth a damn. The room was only half full of sleeping bodies, and there wasn't a glass or bottle in sight. What the hell was going on? The clubhouse was never that clean so early in the morning. Using both hands, I pushed open the door to the kitchen. “What's for breakfast?” I asked and then froze.

"I know. I know‚ and I'm sorry. But this has to be face-to-face. When you get back‚ we'll talk. I promise." Before I could even open my mouth to protest or beg him for an answer‚ the line went completely dead. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared blankly at the dark screen. My own reflection stared back at me from the black glass‚ red eyes‚ hollow cheeks‚ and the pale face of a girl who felt like she was drowning in slow motion. Breakfast was held at eight in the resort's main restaurant. It was a grand room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pine mountains‚ filled with white tablecloths and crystal glasses catching the morning sun. Everything felt pristine‚ polished‚ an

Miguel stated, pointing at a turkey club and the grand slam. "So breakfast and lunch combo, okay, but let's order extra bacon," I replied. We both got coke to drink and waited for our food. When the waitress set it down we split the meals between us. I ate my pancake and egg quickly and put the extra bacon on my club sandwich. I ate faster than Miguel, he was still working on his breakfast when I started on the club. "You eat like a horse Sebastian," he laughed and watched me stuff the triangle cut sandwich into my mouth with an extra piece of bacon. He finished with his breakfast and asked for a box to put his sandwich in.

Karen and Valerie dressed for work, while Sophia dressed casually, stating that she was taking the day off. In the middle of preparation, there was a soft knock on the door, before Clara's head popped in. "Breakfast is ready, Ms. Valerie." "It's fine, Clara. We're in a hurry, so we won't be having breakfast this morning." Clara looked like she wanted to say something more, but nodded and left instead. Five minutes later, they were done and heading towards the elevator when Clara approached with a thermos of coffee and a bag of pastries. "Ms. Valerie please wait. I know you said you're not hungry, but you didn't eat much last night. You need to eat ma'am, please." She pleaded, looking between

They sat down together as they began to eat the food while discussing about themselves. "I didn't know you have a new girlfriend who's good at cooking noodles?! Stella teases, enjoying the fact that the noodles were well cooked and it tested Very well. "Well, Clara is an old friend of mine actually! We've been together for some years now". Jane uttered then turned to look at Clara. "Clara, they're my friends and they're also members of the (Sex workers group) Clara was surprised to hear that. She really can't wait to see how the sex workers club has grown over a short period of time.

he tells her just as a butler comes in carrying a tray of the yummiest-looking pancakes paired with a tall glass of juice. She felt like a Queen, “thank you so much, Clark. You didn’t need to do this,” she says in a voice like honey, just like the one the pancakes were topped with. She started eating her breakfast, “did you have breakfast, Clark?” She wondered. “Yes, love. I woke up at like 8 in the morning, and I always need my breakfast immediately,” he told her. He took a place next to her on the bed and watched her enjoy breakfast. She moaned when she tasted the pancakes.

“Not too many, princess. Your mom will kill me.” “More chips!” Raina demanded, dumping in another handful. Arabella laughed, moved to the coffee maker. “You’re both terrible at healthy breakfast choices.” “It’s Sunday. Sunday calories don’t count.” Adrian poured batter onto the griddle. They ate breakfast together. Pancakes with too many chocolate chips and orange juice. Coffee for the adults. Normal. Beautifully and perfectly normal. This was what Claudia had tried to steal from them. These quiet Sunday mornings. This easy domesticity. This family.

I push myself up straighter against the pillows, wincing slightly at the pull in my head, but she doesn’t look away from him. “Okay,” I said slowly. “What the fuck is going on?” The bluntness of it slices through the room. Aiden stills. Not offended. Not shocked. Just… bracing. “Clara—” “No.” I shake my head, the movement making me dizzy, but she powers through it. “I wake up in a hospital. I don’t remember half of what happened. A nurse calls us a couple. I remember you almost hitting me with your car.” My voice tightens. “And somehow we live together?”

Nadine nodded. “Let’s get breakfast. My treat.” Nadine glanced at her watch. “Do we still have time?” “Of course! Eating won’t take more than twenty minutes. The store opens in forty-five. Unless you want to sit in front of the shop watching birds fly around,” Clara teased. Nadine finally hopped onto Clara’s motorcycle. Clara took her to a small breakfast stall near the store. After parking, they sat at an empty table. “How was your first day at work?” Clara asked.