Epic Reads Book Club Novels & Stories

“You’ll have to read them to me.” I sighed, realizing I couldn’t get him off my lap. I could shove him, but he’s probably prepared for that and would deadweight or pop right back into my lap. It’d be an endless loop. So, I had to give up and endure. “My dad knows what I read. Uncle Alex started Bound To Please, a book club many of us in the ranked families across multiple packs are part of. We all enjoy reading paranormal romance because it’s an interesting escape to see how these humans have tried to describe our reality.” I explained.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

And pulled out a paperback like she was presenting a newborn. The cover showed a shirtless man with a wolf in the background. I stared at it with the kind of horror reserved for secondhand embarrassment. Bailey slapped it on the counter. “For book club.” I read the title and nearly choked on my tea. ALPHA MOON: CLAIMED BY DESTINY. “Bailey,” I said, voice strangled, “I can not read this.” Bailey’s grin turned feral. “You absolutely can. And you absolutely will.”

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

Emma quickly replied. "I'll peel the potatoes first. " Mike said. "Don't worry I'll manage. " Emma told him and asked him to sit. "You wouldn't want to ruin your suit would you? " she asked with a smile while Mike chuckled. "You read African literature too? " he asked her grabbing a copy of Things Fall apart by Chinua Achebe from her table. "Of course. " she replied while peeling the potatoes from the kitchen. Emma was done with the peeling so she came out and sat in the living room with Mike. "I don't judge a book by it's cover. " began Mike. "I don't care who the hell wrote it as far as the title appeals to me, I go ahead and read it. " Mike said while Emma nodded and smiled. They talked a

The dinner took forty minutes to make and we ate it at the kitchen table and talked about things that had nothing to do with the alliance or the summit or the Purification Council’s strategic adjustment, which was itself a form of recovery, the deliberate choosing of ordinary subjects as an act of reclamation. I told him about the book I had been intending to read for three months and had not opened because there had always been something operational requiring the reading time, a history of pre-alliance pack governance structures that Elena had recommended and that I had been carrying in my bag unread since the day it had arrived. “I am going to read it this weekend,” I said. “All of it, wit

Sometimes we go to a book club which we both love. “Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover.” “Oh my God. I love that book. It made me cry.” “Yeah I know. It’s the third time I’m reading it.” I put some laughing emojis on the message. “What are you reading?” I ask her. “Things We Left Behind. Lucy Score.” She has placed heart emojis and book emojis at the end of her message. “Oh wow. I love that book. I’ve read the two after it. You need to get them.” I tell her, noticing that a smile is on my face as I lay here in the dark.

EPILOGUE “I hereby call to order the first meeting of the most kickass book club ever assembled.” Camille stopped talking in order to take a huge gulp of the wine she’d been holding above her head. Seated in a comfy chair across the room from her, Isobel—yes, Ezra’s sister, Isobel—said, “Uh…hear, hear,” and took her own drink. Gabby and I exchanged raised eyebrow glances before we shrugged and tossed back our glasses as well.

Hi everyone, I’m sorry I’ve been missing these last few days. After my birthday I have been dangerously unwell for the last two weeks but thank God I’m doing okay now. Updates will resume on Monday and will be rolled out in three batches. First batch: The plan Second batch: The show down Third batch: The epilogue Until then you can join the official readers group of F@c3 b00k. Simply search 3th3l’s Rom@nc3 H@v3n and click join to join now.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.