New Adult Book Club の小説・ストーリー

Cole's PoV Sunday 13th January 2019 ********************************** Tonight is going to be amazing. Me and Lacey have been invited to a big party as a late New Years celebration by one of our friends from school. They called it a New Years party but we all know that's just an excuse to get drunk and have sex and dance the night away. I'm not complaining though, I love sex and partying and getting drunk. Lacey is exactly the same but she is always more graceful with it all.

“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?”

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

“I’m sorry. I’m just having a bit of a crisis.” She sat down beside me. “Children trouble?” I looked around the room. The other winner were pairing up and talking with wine in their hands. This book club was one where mothers could take a break from whatever was going on at home to rest. Some of them thought I was a pretty young mother since my son was basically in his twenties. “Yeah,” I sighed. “You can say that.” I picked up my glass of wine and took a sip of it. It wasn’t as premium as the one I usually took at home but it was pretty close.

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.

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I’d make some new friends, and if that didn’t work out, I’d still have my coursework and classes. The book club met twice a week to accommodate for classes and the time it’d take to read the books, but it went from nine PM to midnight or later, just like a writing workshop—or so I was told. They were more than happy to let me join in, much to my relief, and were very welcoming. One of the girls in the club, Alice, talked to me as everyone waited for whoever volunteered their car for the evening to arrive.

I see him mouth, “Nora?” To that, I nod. Smile a little. I have no time to do anything else. More girls line up either side of us. And Sable has gone into full MC mode, caressing the microphone like a new lover. “All right all you lonely hearts,” she says, “Welcome to the Club!” A pause as her sultry excitement echoes over the speakers. “If you’re here for tonight’s event, you all know how it goes by now, so let’s see what these lovely ladies are offering and get the bidding underway, hm?”

MY BEST FRIEND’S FATHER PT 2 The rest of the summer became a game of temptation and stolen moments. Maeve and Declan fought the pull during the day. They sat on the porch in the afternoons while Lily read magazines nearby. Declan helped Maeve with her college reading. Their legs brushed under the table. The contact sent warmth up her thigh. She shifted closer on purpose. His voice stayed steady as he explained a passage, but his hand rested near hers on the bench.