Novel & Cerita Oprah Book Club Mystery

And eventually, on Sophia. By the time I parked in front of H2H, the club was alive with sound. Moans and screams echoed faintly through the walls. Good, the chaos upstairs would mask anything that might slip through the cracks. Even though the Catalano’s were being held in a soundproof room, I preferred the added security. The room beneath Heaven to Hell smelled like blood, sweat, and piss. A concrete box with steel beams overhead and a single drain in the center of the floor, stained dark from sins no one wanted to speak of. It’s where we bring problems that can’t be reasoned with.

"I will book the time in booth seven with the club management. Be there Saturday night." I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the mattress. The trap was set. Saul would have the perverse distraction he wanted with Susan, which would leave my path completely free and clear to focus all my attention, my cruelty, and my hunger on the innocence of Brianna Hayes.

In the evening, when he returned to the villa and saw Oprah lying in bed reading a pregnancy manual, Burgess hesitated momentarily before finally voicing his suspicions. "Did you ever sleep with Alfred?" He stared intensely at Oprah's soft and beautiful face, afraid to miss any expression. Oprah's motion of flipping the book paused, and she slowly raised her head mockingly, "Seems like you believe those ridiculous rumors. Burgess, I thought you were smart man enough not to believe such absurd gossip. I can't believe you doubt me." Burgess kept his gaze fixed on her and repeated the question, since he didn’t get any answer of that. So, Oprah couldn't help but laugh at his suspicion.

I asked, changing the subject. She glanced down at her book like she had forgotten it was there. "Developmental psychology. I have test next week." "Professor Martinez?" "Yeah. You have her too?" "Had her last semester. She's brutal with her questions." I leaned forward slightly, close enough that I could smell her shampoo. "Want some advice?" Oprah hesitated, clearly torn between accepting help from me and staying loyal to Aurora. Her teeth caught her lower lip, worrying at it, and I found myself watching the movement longer than I should have. Finally, her curiosity won out. "What kind of advice?"

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.”

“She wasn’t just a geologist. She was the one who designed the security for the Yates vaults. She knew every secret, every back door, and every lie. And when she tried to take that truth to the authorities... the mountain ‘collapsed’ on her.” Ophelia backed away, her heart hammering against her ribs. She thought of Lucas... the way he had held her in the desert... the way he had looked at her with such pride at the exhibition. Was it all a lie? Was she just the new version of a girl who knew too much? Ophelia stood frozen... her flashlight beam trembling as it lit up the jagged face of the woman in red. The leather-bound book sat on a rusted crate between them... a silent invitation to destr

134 Cynthia's POV I took a sip of the orange juice in my grip, before setting it down on the little stool by my side. Once that was done, I picked up the book I'd discarded earlier. It was a mystery thriller book that revolved round the murder of a wealthy business man and the many people involved in his death. I wasn't even done with it yet, but I could already tell who the antagonist was; his wife. While I was an avid reader of romance, I'd decided to switch it up today, why? I was simply feeling like it, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe somehow, I was going to find myself in her shoes.

He would uncover the truth by any means necessary. The moon pulsed behind heavy clouds. Ophelia sat before the hearth, staring into the flames, with fingers clenched around the edge of a worn book, one of Aaron’s journals. She took it the morning she snuck into the library, which felt like a lifetime ago, even though barely a week had gone by since the argument, the kidnapping, the escape, the shift, and the revelation. Her life had become almost unrecognizable in a week, and it was just the tip of the iceberg.

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.