Little Book Club Novels & Stories

After Monica and Nana decided to join the literature club, they talked to each other about what the literature club would do and the schedule of the club. Miu told them that the club would be held on Tuesdays and Thursdays, two days a week, after school, and she told her that they would mostly read a book, gather together, and discuss each other about a book, in other words, they were mostly free. "This club is really free," Nana said with a speechless expression since she didn't expect that the literature club would be free and there was nothing to do besides reading a book and discussing a book.

He sent other documents moments later and ordered for them to be submitted the next day. Trust me, I started working on them. During high school, I had read lots of books and amidst my busy schedule, I still joined a book club. We did more of proofreading and book reviews, pointing out errors, and giving good remarks. I thanked myself for doing that because it was helping entirely well. I found my work very interesting and I didn't want to leave it. I was so engrossed that I didn't hear the incessant knocking on my door. "Come in," I said, never taking my eyes off the computer screen.

he says and I just shrug, I'll try. We went back to his office, and they started to talk about littles, other littles, but I'm a little, and I'm their little, what other little are they talking about, I had a big pout on my face now, by the time they were done, I could understand that we're meeting with other littles soon.

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

So time went by, until one day I went to a meeting of friends, we all got together to go to a literature expo, this was very special, because we had a book club, in which we met every week to read a book, depending on the theme we were touching. So we were very interested in this expo, it was going to last three days and it was from eight in the morning to two in the afternoon, so we had breakfast and lunch, after lunch we went out and the last day started at twelve o'clock, we had lunch and dinner. To be continued.

I just finished five chapters in one sitting. I grabbed my phone, opened Telegram, and went to my chat group, Lovely Buricats 💦. It's a lively space filled with writers, and as usual, I was late to the conversation. I started back-reading their earlier messages, trying to catch up on the chatter I had missed. Born to Be Wild: Uggghh. Guys! Let's hit a bar tonight. I'm feeling down. How about the new Paradox Club? It just opened let's check it out.

“Oh. Well, you’ve been missed, you know. You should speak with Ms. Augustine. She never stopped talking about you. Although, her mind is going a bit these days, so don’t be too alarmed if she’s a little… confused.” At the mention of the elderly landlady, my heart softens. Another face I once loved—we started a book club together back when I lived here, and we would meet every Saturday for tea and to discuss our books. It was just the two of us, and Cliff sometimes barged in to steal our cookies, but I always treasured it. I never finished the last book we were supposed to read, actually. I wonder if it’s still here. Smiling, I tell Cliff that I’ll talk to her soon, and take Miles back upstai

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

Compliments passed back and forth, smiles filled the air, and the amount of giggles would make you think you were at a teenager’s sleepover talking about the hottest guy on Teen Vogue. And I must say that it was a nice day. Book club went off without a hitch, and the exchange of ideas fueled more conversation about home, family, work, and life in general. And then we heard it. The salsa dance. The library was closing in thirty minutes. Again, now in fifteen minutes. And last call, time to pack up and go.

Seah poke Heaven's arm while twisting her body. I smile a bit. She's so excited in having some time with me. Maybe having atleast two friends won't hurt...right? I used to hate comfort crowd. But with this two... I think I would love to give it a try. Luckily I remembered every little details in the school map. And earlier I saw the book lovers club having their own library and part of the main library. It was written at the back of the school map. An acoustic version of "Just the way you are" by bruno mars embrace me as I enter the club's library. Now I know why the tuition fee is so high. This school is literally not a school for poor people. It makes me wonder, do they have scholars?