Silent Book Club Denver Novels & Stories

The invitation arrives via email. It's from Lisette. The subject line says: "Book Club - You Should Come." And the message is typical Lisette. Direct. No preamble. Just: "I started a book club. First month we're reading your book. You should come read to us." I call her immediately. "You started a book club and didn't tell me?" I ask. "I'm telling you now. It's six women. We meet once a month. This month we're reading your book because it's important and it's brilliant and I want to talk about it with people who will actually understand why it matters."

Noah and I both turned toward the road instinctively. Six black Mercedes-Benz cars rolled to a stop right in front of the coffee shop, their dark tinted windows reflecting the sunlight. My stomach dropped instantly as the doors opened in perfect synchronization and men in black suits stepped out one after another. Even before they moved closer, their lycan scent reached me. I exhaled quietly and looked at Noah. “You should go inside.” He frowned. “What’s going on?” “Someone’s here for me.” Noah hesitated, clearly worried, but he didn’t press further. After a brief nod, he stood and walked back into the shop, casting one last concerned glance over his shoulder.

“Well, it’s okay to be nervous. Just give us a chance, huh? Don’t judge until you’ve actually spent some time with the folks around here. I think you’ll like some of them if you give them a chance.” That didn’t seem like too much to ask, so I nodded. “Great! Oh, here’s someone you’ll like. Her name is Jules. She’s our resident story teller.” I followed where he was pointing to see a woman, a vampire, perched on a bench with a mass of brightly colored yarn arrayed around her. I saw her wiggle a pair of sticks, and realized she was knitting. Of all things, I had never imagined a vampire would knit.

“Nervous.” He seemed surprised by her honesty. Matt conversed with his friends and his mother. Savannah sat quietly beside him and watched the goings-on around her. No one tried to include her in conversation except Tess, and one time Emily. Tess seemed to understand the way she felt. She was the only one who didn't seem to have this judgmental look on her face. The one time she offered a comment to join in the conversation, the awkward silence that ensued told her all she needed to know.

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

The quiet room filled with the comfy smell of books invited him in, he found his perfect spot to sit and wondered if he could find some books on sign language. Walking through shelves with the thought of heading to the librarian to ask for some guidance, thankfully he found her and she was able to help. Finding the shelve he was directed to, his eyes scrolled through the books. It was at this moment he overheard the whispers. "Hey, I said I have to be somewhere right now." the girl giggled. "Come on, can't you stay just a minute longer?" Dylan paused at the sound of kisses coming from the roll behind the shelf in front of him, and his face scrunched up. The last time he checked the sign outs

I spoke cautiously. Eric’s expression soured slightly, “She is healthy and well. Reading through books like crazy however.” I almost spat out my wine. Vivian never read books! She would skim through them or taunt me but never read. Maybe she truly was bored out of her mind? “I see, could I see her before the wedding?”

’ It baffled me how he was always at odds with almost everyone that I had come across lately. ‘It’s a long story, where are you right now?’ ‘Just walking about, I don’t feel like sitting through any class right now, I have seen too much to pay attention.’ And every word I typed was true. I wondered how I was still sane. ‘On my way, stay still.’ And he went offline. I found an empty bench by a tree and sat down to wait. I thought deeply about what Albus and Davina told me. Well, they never really said much but I knew that they were only going to give me access to answers that I needed if I joined their little book club. What really caught my attention was the book of the dead in the show glas

she replied and went back to the book in her hands. For some reason I couldn't explain, my chest tightened at her words. I quickly looked back down at my own book and tried to focus on reading. ∆∆ ~ FIVE STAR CLUB AND BAR ~ There weren't many people in the bar, but I could still hear the loud music coming from the club. It always felt different here. The quiet made it easier for my mind to wander. My thoughts kept drifting back to everything that had happened, and I couldn't wrap my head around them anymore.

"Less intense. More relaxed. What changed?" "We stopped keeping score. Stopped analyzing every interaction. Just started living." "That's very evolved of you both." "Or very avoidant." "Elena. Not everything is avoidance. Sometimes it's just trust." "When did you become wise?" "I've always been wise. You're just finally listening." That evening, Damien texts: "Spontaneous idea. Want to go to a bookstore?" "Now? It's 8 PM." "There's one in Capitol Hill open until eleven. We could just browse. No agenda."