Little Book Club Novels & Stories

They cleared their throat, ignoring my question. I ground my teeth against each other, a sigh leaving my lips. “Have you all gone deaf?” I snapped, slamming the table in front of me. They jumped back in fear, eyes looking everywhere else, but at my face. Mia laughed. “Don’t you get it, Cristiano?” She asked rhetorically, pointing at each member of the council. “They’re sick of taking orders from a mentally unstable man.” She jabbed, scrunching her nose in the air.

His hand went lower, cupping my ass and earning a soft gasp from me. “Let’s go to the restaurant,” I said, pulling away and hurrying out of the room, ignoring the pulse between my thighs. --- When Michael said he was taking me to the best restaurant here, I expected something extravagant. He had a knack for showing his wealth. I didn’t expect a cozy, small restaurant that was half empty, with a small woman who had kind eyes. “Mikey!” Her voice rang out. A genuine, soft smile appeared on his face as he bent down to hug her. She was so small compared to him that the hug looked awkward, but she had the brightest smile.

“But just calm down and think about it.” Lena huffed. “Fine. I’ll try.” “Good.” “I’ll talk to you later,” Chloe added. “I’m a bit busy now.” “Yeah… bye.” The call ended. Lena lay back on her bed, her phone resting on her chest. Her eyes stared at the ceiling. Out of all the places in the world— It had to be her book club. The one place she found peace. The one place she genuinely made connections with people that were like family to her.

In the passenger seat sat Winnie, her makeup flawless. Tristan's gaze flicked past me, not stopping for even a beat, as if I were just some random stranger. He yanked the car door open and strode straight into the clubhouse. I had no idea how much time had passed. Cold sweat was pouring down my face, and I was about to pass out when the clubhouse doors finally swung open again. Tristan walked out with two bottles of whiskey dangling from his hand. The instant he saw me still standing there with my head down, his brow tightened.

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

“Athena,” Nikki called out as she enters the pack house’s mini-library. “I am here,” I shouted, I was seated on the floor beside one of the bookshelves. I didn’t know that the pack house this much of books and some of them are even documentaries of the previous people of Purple Hill. I will learn so much more here than from the books that I will buy in the book store. “I never knew you love reading,” Nikki said as she sat beside me while placing the tray of food she was carrying on the floor.

“Before you decide to give up on the story, you should read the next two books in the series.” “Where did you get those from?” Jo asked quietly as she looked at the small stack of books. “Probably the same place that you got that one. Little library up on the second floor.” “Yeah.” She admitted and gave a little blush. “That’s my library.” “I thought that it might be Shelby’s book.” “Nope. Shell is a card-carrying member of the audiobook and podcast book club. I’m pretty sure that if she had to actually read something not for school, she’d probably burst into flames.”

"Billy? Huh, oh yeah, I'm fine. Yes. Lunch today, right." "Good, can't wait." She smiled again and left him with his jaw hanging open and a deer in the headlights gaze. When she got back to her desk, she sent Nicki a text asking him if he wanted to meet her for dinner and they could maybe go over their book club reading together. They met on Thursdays every other week for their book club. Most of the time, she got through half the book before she gave up and read the last chapter. Nicki would fill her in on the way over to the meeting what parts she was missing.

He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me. I've seen that look enough to know what it is. "Only the first night of book club is at the store. We take turns rotating every week to people's houses. They took pity on us and let us do it together." He says, showing me his sheet of paper showing what week people signed up for. I have one as well, but I just folded it and shoved it into my book not realizing what it was. "Shit, so what does that even mean?" I ask and Everett shrugs.

eww. I figured tonight was my one chance to visit The Club before anyone knew I had come to town, so here I am. Last time I was here, I wasn't old enough to enter. I've been curious about this place for years. So now is my chance to check out the infamous B D S M sex club. I've been coming to this sunny part of Florida for years now and people talk in town talk about this place like it's some kind of taboo. Maybe it is for some but I grew up knowing the people involved. Good people. So what if they like their sex a little kinky? It's not anyone's business what happens in the bedroom or sex rooms, as the case may be.