Michael Knowles Book Club Novels & Stories

he thought. “What the hell happened, he’s Never had anyone with him. Ever. " Jesse was saying. Mike glanced at him. Jesse was wearing one of his weird punk- rock T-shirts with an obscure band name from the 80-ies written on it in huge, terrible letters, "I mean, I haven’t been here that long, but you know what’s the deal with Killian. And everyone talks about it.“ Michael threw the napkin he'd been trying to save his clothes with in the nearest trashcan and gave up cleaning the cloth. He took a sip from what was left form his coffee, giving himself time to think of an answer that wasn’t :

"Clarissa contacted me, but it was weird. It felt like she was on a different frequency with me. Her exact words were to tell you to find the words you couldn't read; it's the key." Joseph sat for a moment, thinking over what I said, trying to recall what it could mean. His face lit up with recognition as he stood and quickly made his way to the bookshelf in the upper level, returning with the book from the council. "What the hell does that old book have to do with anything?" Alyssa stood and walked towards Joseph, snatching the book from his hands. "Where did you get this?" "I stole it from the council when I was a kid." Shrugging, I crossed my arms. I was beyond confused now; what did an o

“It’s a book, scripture regarding our great aunt Nessie. Written by her own hand. I read through it, but I hope you will find more use in her ramblings than I could.” Mike takes the book from the Alpha, turning it over in his hand. I was itching to open it and read it. I was desperate for anything that might give us a way to reopen the veil and bring them home. It's all I wanted. I just wanted my mate. Our mark may have burned off and our connection severed but those factors never lessened our love for Kellen and Conri. My heart ached without his presence, and I know the kingdom felt the absence of their king. Even if Mike was doing a bang-up job filling in for Kellen until he returned.

There is so much I want to say to him. “Lilah?” Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. “Yes?” “I asked you a question.” “Oh yes, you did.” I give him a brief smile. “If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say—” “The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole,” Beau says before I can. I turn to face him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe he just said that. “How did you know?”

“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.” “She always has books with her.” “Zack is an avid reader. She gets him the book of whatever she’s listening to.” Neo leaned in close to her ear. “He’s recently discovered the draw of the H. E. A. And if it goes the way he’s hoping,” he lightly nipped at her earlobe. “they’ll be writing out their own pretty soon.” “What?” Jolene squealed and then moaned as his teeth grazed against her neck.

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

The stranger dipped into his jacket pocket and pulled out an old, worn leather cover book. "This was once your mother's," he said to me, pulling the book out. "In this book lies the key to our blood. Things which were used against us by Michael." I shook with fists clenched in my hands gripping the journal and threw it open reluctantly, staring at the lovely cursive. The words screamed lie, love, and despair-accepting complicity—a union our tribe was lured into Michael's plan. I was ripping my own heart in two as I read each line.

The men don’t need to be told twice, they bow one last time and run out of the house like they’re set on fire. “We need somewhere safe to go,” my wolf insists, voice urgent. “We don’t know if Ravencrest is safe, so that’s not an option. Professor Michael mentioned something, didn’t he?” “The Moonward Circle,” I answer her and rise from my seat quickly, catching Sandy off guard as I rush to the living room and grab the books Michael gave me from the bookshelf. Sandy enters the living room right as I open the book and start flipping through the pages in a hurry.

"But, a member of an evil brotherhood is still evil in every sense. You must understand that." "Understand what?" Savannah began to rub her hands softly on the steering wheel. "What do you want me to understand, Clark? You want me to listen to two guys I barely know talk shit about my husband because a man who can't die said so?" "It is more than that and you know it," Michael said. *

I was too eager to see her. "She'll probably show up when it's time," Michael said leading us into the big hall, where the rest of the crowd gathered. There was no sign of Samantha. Just a swam of dark suits and dresses. The hall had small tables stationed on every corner, holding about ten books each. I picked up one book and flipped through the first page. Trigger warning. "Holy shit," my eyes widened as I read through the lists. Michael leaned in to read as well. "Who the fuck writes shit that's so dark?" Michael said. He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it.