Science Fiction Book Award Novels & Stories

Giovanni sat frozen, nailed to his seat. The host's voice boomed with excitement. "Ms. Bettini is the first female author in sci-fi history to win the Nobel Prize in Literature! Her masterpiece, The Ring Nebula, shattered the wall keeping sci-fi writers at the edge of nominations, breaking long-held prejudice against women in the genre!" The words barely registered. Sci-fi? A Nobel Prize? The wife he'd written off as a pampered girl scribbling nonsense now stood at the peak of world literature.

“And if you’re still serious about that ridiculous award…” I blinked, caught off guard. “The book club?” He chuckled, nodding. “Yes. If you really want to win the Best Member Award, then you’re allowed to join. That way, it won’t look like corruption when I give it to you.” “Are you sure about it? I didn't come here to ask you for the award.” “I'm not giving it to you for free. Join the book club, work for the award and get it,” he said casually as if he wasn't doing me the biggest favour.

I couldn't help but giggle at his expense, but at the same time, I didn't want to be blamed for anyone's death. "Okay, I'm sorry. Please don't cancel my admission," I said, feeling defeated. He let out a sigh of relief. "Only on one condition," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "And what is that?" "You see that bookshelf over there?" he pointed to the corner of his office. I turned to look at the bookshelf, and sure enough, the books were scattered. "What do you want me to do there?" I asked. "Well, you're going to arrange it, and it must be according to their titles," he said, clearly enjoying himself.