Jennas Book Club Novels & Stories

Nerthus “Jax! Jax!” Jenna jumps up and down, getting the bouncer’s attention. He smiles as he opens his arms to hug her, and I ask myself how he could even recognize her with his sunglasses on. We walk into the club and I’m still hugging myself as my skin slowly gets warmed up by the crowded space we step into. Jenna takes my hand and I follow her to the bar where we take a round of shots. After we feel inebriated enough, we hit the dance floor. If it was for me, I would only go to woman-only clubs, but as Jenna sometimes loves the attention she gets from men and also uses this as her marketing scheme, I tag along and find myself disgustingly getting out of random men wrapping their arms aro

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“Come with me to a club tonight.” On the other end, Jenny went quiet for a few seconds. “Emma? Are you serious? You didn’t take the wrong medicine, did you?” “I’m serious,” Emma continued softly. “My treat.” The tone of Emma’s voice made Jenny stop joking. She knew her best friend as a good girl. If Emma was asking to go to a club, something was seriously wrong. “Okay,” Jenny finally said. “I’ll pick you up.” *** At ten p.m., neon lights glowed brightly in front of the club. The DJ’s booming music shook the floor the moment Emma and Jenny stepped inside. Jenny glanced at Emma several times, still unable to believe it.

“You’re one of those conspiracy people.” “I am,” she said proudly. “Thank you for noticing.” I poured tea into mugs and added sugar, too much, as usual. Bailey watched, horrified. “Sweet tea,” she said, sounding like she’d discovered a crime. “You’re a sweet tea person.” “Yes,” I said, defensive on principle. Bailey leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Okay. So here’s what we do. We start a book club.” I blinked. “What?” “A book club,” she repeated, like it was obvious. “For romance. Specifically romantic fantasy. Specifically.” she lowered her voice again, conspiratorial “ the ones with wolves.”

Not merely another hand assisting her with her planning. Just as her finger was about to press the call button, the screen lit up. A new email. This one was from her old college alumni club. Subject: Pictures From Our UNC Reunion Is Here! Jenna’s finger stopped moving. The reunion. Oh, gosh. She had remembered getting the first email weeks ago. She had ignored that one, too. She hadn’t gone to the event. Life was too crazy and besides. Reunions were just dumb popularity contests. Who cared? Jenna had told herself.

“You looked, I don’t know, peaceful.” “Honestly, this book is terrible,” Audrey said, holding up some thriller that I vaguely recognized. “I don’t know why the hell Annabelle has it on her shelf, but I fear for any of the recommendations she’s been giving out at the bookstore.” I suddenly realized where I recognized the book from. “Oh, that’s the one that all the book clubs were reading a while back,” I said. “She probably only got it because of that.” “Oh, that makes more sense,” Audrey said. There was an awkward silence. “So, are you going to sit down or what?”

0, was filled with exchanges between the ladies during the day. I scrolled through it, reading each text. There was no mention of the video of my torture that was sent to the previous group chat, which was a huge relief, but the ladies did talk about me, some of them wondering when I was going to give them the book recommendations I was about to give them that night before disaster struck. They were being sweet, saying they needed the next book to read for their book club, the one I was now a member of, and said I was the one who was going to choose it for them. They were being adorably nice, and I was in for it. But before I could think about giving them a recommendation from the long list

"Shameless? The book's called Shameless?" "Yes", she said with a small hint of a smile. Great. I was joining a book club that might have been filled with horny women who read erotica for entertainment.

Looks like the team Reed was vouching for didn't make it tonight. When we met with the pack, Jess thrusted a novel into my hands. One glance at the cover told me all I needed to know about the book. I grinned sheepishly as she pulled me away. Adult novels like this was a perfect distraction. I followed her quick steps up the stairs to a room filled with other girls in the pack. On seeing Claire, I immediately apologized to her. "It's cool," she reassured and returned to her laptop, tapping away at the keys.

“Hey, Jenni. I need to talk to you about something unpleasant.” “Okay?” A bit of nervousness has crept into her tone. “I was just at the coffee shop, and the knitting club ladies all seem to know about your infertility.” “What? How?” Hearing Jenni this upset makes me want to march right back in there and defend her some more. Those ladies are sweet and well meaning, but they are terrible about letting the rumors fly. They just can’t keep secrets to themselves. “I’m guessing you told your mom about it?” “Yes. Just barely.”