New Adult Book Club Novels & Stories

Age 18… I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. These words repeat in my head as I sit in the client room at The Sanctuary, staring at the checklist Dom Adam gave me. A week has passed since my eighteenth birthday, officially making me an adult in the human and paranormal worlds alike. My birthday gift to myself is a membership at The Sanctuary, a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom, and I’m desperately trying to hold myself together.

My mind flashed back to a time in high school when our group was hanging out. Andrew had been so excited, telling us that he had found the perfect way to please a girl orally on the Internet. We had all laughed at him, and for a few days, he had earned the nickname "Alphabet Andrew." Still, as he worked on my body, I wondered if he was writing out the alphabet with his tongue on my clit right then. I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic.

You giggled grabbing Anna’s hand, and the coffee from Joshua, and left the clubhouse to spill all the beans about the previous night. One thing was for sure, you going to make it a habit. They indeed say 3 was the perfect number.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. My heart squeezed. “Wonderful” I said, a smile breaking through, “we're going to make preparations for that.” The tension in the room eased a fraction. A few other hands went up, their courage building up now nobody was shaming them. “I’d like to learn how to crotchet,” said a middle-aged she-wolf who usually worked in the kitchens. “I want to know how to preserve food for winter, properly,” another added. I was nodding, my spirit lifting, when Haley’s voice sliced through the budding hope. “How touching. A book club for the illiterate. What’s next, Luna? Finger painting?”

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

m So upcoming books: Roberto and Zeth’s story Bruno Junior’s story (This is going to be very dark and depressing) Then….. a new Werewolf book, are there any readers who love the rejected mate troupe?

Lilly looking around, “Remember when we used to come here after school, dreaming about growing up and becoming independent adults?” This was always our go-to spot. When we needed to relax. When we needed something sweet. When we needed to drown our sorrows. It helped that it sat right next to the bookstore where we used to borrow novels and lose ourselves for hours. We haven’t been here in over a year, though, but still, it feels like stepping home. “Adulting is a fucking scam,” I chuckle. “Why were we so eager to grow up?” She laughs, already heading toward the counter. “Because we wanted freedom.”

Beneath were flawless downward-turned lips she knew Sean satisfyingly feasted on now and then. A grim stare in her direction had Gianna turning her face in embarrassment. He caught her staring. Should she call it a miracle that Sean hadn't looked her way all day or gotten two meters close to her? Was it due to the effect of the slap or simply a bite of guilt? Whatever it was, she hoped it lasted a while longer. "We have a book club going on, I believe you must have heard about it." Gianna began. "The book donation thingy?" "Yeah, we campaign for you to join us. If you're interested that is," she offered. "New ideas for improvements are welcome at any time." She added, for effect.

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.

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.”