Richard & Judy's Bookclub Novels & Stories

I can assure you that your mom would not jump on your idea as quickly as you think, trust me' Richard announced. 'Are you going to love our mom?' Judy asked Richard, staring at him hopefully. Her eyes were like those of a puppy. So innocent, so soft, so appealing. As an adult, if Judy looked at one the way she was looking at Richard currently, it would take a lot to say no to anything she says or demands. Judy's words sank into Richard's heart like an anchor. He started to feel bad concerning the fact that he had left his children out in the cold, alone to deal with life's problems by themselves. His precious daughter Judy, he wondered what she had gone through in the world. Did she suffer a

But how? "Hello ladies." They heard someone say. It was Mr Richard. He is a man in his early seventies. He lost his wife about five years ago and his three children weren't living with him anymore. His only daughter got married and his two sons joined the army, So Gwen and Aurora usually go to visit him so he would have some company. His house wasn't too far from their's. "Hello Mr Richard. How are you?" I asked. "I'm fine ladies, I thought I wouldn't see you here again." He said as he held unto his walking stick tightly.

"Okay." ... Judy, who was unaware of John's situation, was watching TV with Lewis in the living room. As they spent more time together, Judy became bolder and leaned against Lewis's shoulder, munching on snacks and watching TV. She secretly glanced at Lewis and asked, "Isn't this boring?" "It's pretty good," Lewis said. "I can learn a lot from it. But the TV show is too simple. The real upper-class society is much more complicated, with complex interests and no one is really incompetent."

I keep away my books and scroll my cell to check the status of the company . As I was going through ,Marcus asked, "hey Richard ,what are you planning to do,tonight?"as he kept his book inside his bag. "thought of going to the company and stay there at night ...late night work ,why?"I asked ,still keeping my eyes on my cellphone. "actually my brother in law wants to meet you,he is the manager in the McCormick steel industry and want to discuss about the upcoming project ,if you are free tonight maybe for dinner" he stated

"I'm checking on Henry. Don't follow me." "Joshua, wait." Joshua stopped on the first step. He didn't turn around. "Thank you," Richard whispered. "For the... for the truth." "I didn't do it for you," Joshua said. "I did it so my son wouldn't grow up smelling a lie." He disappeared into the shadows of the second floor. Richard walked into his study. He sat in his chair. He looked at the empty desk. The silence was deafening. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. A journal. He opened it to a blank page.

It remained a beautiful day, though. They talked about the freelance work Tommy was doing as a remodeler, and what he comically referred to as a bid assessor. And Richard’s writing and his book’s publication, how Truitt had indeed read it, had the paperback in the house in fact. Richard ended up signing it for him, before their afternoon together was done.

"You trust my judgment." A longer silence this time. The kind where I could almost hear him thinking, working through the part of him that wanted to handle it himself versus the part that knew I was right. "Yes," he said finally. "I trust your judgment." "Thank you." "I don't like it." "I know. I'll call you after." I set up the meeting for Tuesday. Richard chose a private members club in Midtown. Old money walls, leather chairs, the kind of place designed to make you feel like the conversation was already confidential.

"I didn't mean to startle you. I just thought we were all adults here." Lena looked desperately at Jayden, hoping for a defense, anything to show he was on her side. But Jayden remained a statue. He didn't look up. He simply took another massive, aggressive bite of his food, his jaw working with a tension that looked painful. He was retreating into himself, leaving Lena to face Scarlett's arrows alone. The heavy silence was broken by Richard, who swept into the dining room, adjusting his tie, looking every bit the powerful executive. "I'm heading out for the day. I have a lunch meeting at the club," Richard announced, his voice commanding the room. He walked over to Lena, leaning down to pre

Candice replied, and they heard the door open into the flat. "The time is up," A woman stated as she entered the balcony. "Thank you for lending me this, sir," Candice purred and returned the jacket to Richard. "No problem," Richard replies and smiles back at her, and his heart sinks when he watches her leave. A Couple Of Days Later. Richard couldn't stop thinking of Candice... Her eyes, that gorgeous smile... She was driving him insane. He needed to see her again. But there was something odd about how she acted when he asked about her role in that club. Richard began to research and discovered everything he could about this secret club and all he could find about Candice.

Richard said smiling infectiously. “ Whatever you say RICHARD” Ann said trying really hard to fight the smile that was already spreading through her lips from his smile. “ Seeing how you are answering my questions I should assume we are friends already” he concluded. “ Which book do you plan to read next” Richard asked. “ Romeo and Juliet” Ann said. “ Well since you are my dear friend I will lend you my precious volume” Richard said. “ Thank you, but Daphne has already promised to let me read hers” Ann replied.