Noname's Book Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

Being alone with a good book and alcohol or caffeine is the best feeling in the world, probably better than sex. The next day, I walked into Monet's and met a group of ladies who were fine as hell. I was relieved to see that there were no men here. At least if there was going to be a man, he should be gay, and we all agreed to that. We were six: Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favourite books and rant about how J. K. Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club; we were a sisterhood.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

I can’t. MidnightReader: Okay but can we talk about the ice??? Because I’m definitely trying that SpicyBooks4Life: “Pleasure that feels like death” - I FELT THAT I scrolled through the comments, giggling despite myself. These people had no idea they were reading my actual life. Then I saw a new comment thread forming. NightOwl_Reader: Okay guys, we need to talk. This community is getting HUGE. We need a name. RomanceAddict47: Yes! Like a secret club for readers who are obsessed with this story

Thank you. Beauty took the microphone and said Before I go to the main point I just want to thank Sister Justine the finest to have found time to be here with us. Sister, you may not know us but almost all of us know you through the books of the elites. Prince decided in the afternoon that He wanted to form a group or sect club and the name which has occurred to him was either The elites club or the elites group or the elites sects. Contributions and shade of ideas were coming from left and right.

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“Ellie! Did you two…?” Ellie laughed, a blush creeping up her neck. “Maybe.” I burst into laughter. “Look at you, all smitten.” Ellie grinned. “Speaking of smitten, No Name is performing at a new bar this weekend. It’s called The Velvet Antler. Not as divey as their usual spots—more of a hipster vibe.” I groaned. “Great. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb.” Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, eyebrows knitting together.

He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I was in a club tonight. A gentlemen's club and a nightclub." She stiffened and tried to move away. He tightened his arms around her and held her closer. "Wait, sweet. Just listen," she slumped back on his hard frame. "Thank you. The nightclub was for the information we needed. And no. I didn't encourage any woman because I have you and I intend to be faithful to you. The lipstick was from the lady who tried to preposition me. I declined. As for what I was doing before that, the reason I had to leave you," he paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "I am a member of a very exclusive club. You've met the rest of the members earlier. EJ is Baron Huntley. Luci

My eyes drift downward, and there it is, tucked into the middle of the page with the quiet confidence of a fact that doesn’t care whether I was ready for it. And I looked down at the paper where they wrote siblings and it was Ryan Mallon. I stopped breathing for a second. Not intentional, my body just forgets. The name pulses, heavy and undeniable, and I feel it land somewhere behind my ribs. Ryan Mallon. A name that belongs to long nights and unfinished conclusions, to a case that never sat right no matter how many times I told myself it was done. I read the line again. Slower. As if the words might rearrange themselves out of pity.

I said without sparing him a glance, ‘Ok fair enough,” he said and kept mute, we fell into awkward silence and I was grateful, he did pry to know more. His name sounded oddly familiar but I didn't want to stress myself thinking about where I had seen or heard the name from but then it clicked. The club’s name was Ace of Spades. Shit!