Silent Book Club Denver Novels & Stories

The motorbike, sleek and powerful, was as much a part of her as her Mississippi roots. The Nocturne, a jazz club nestled in the heart of downtown Denver, was their destination. The neon sign flickered softly in the rain-soaked night as they made their way inside. The scent of roasting coffee and the soulful notes of a saxophone filled the air, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. They were lost in the music, their hearts beating in rhythm with the bass, as they enjoyed a dinner that was as much a celebration of their love as it was of the jazz.

“I hate to be the one to ruin your fun, but I have something important to tell you.” Dylan’s smirk faded. “This sounds serious.” “It is,” Nicola confirmed. “Come on, let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” The group gathered the bottles they had opened and followed her up the stairs. The sanctuary was filled with plenty of places to meet, but Nicola led them to the shared space connecting her quarters with the triplets’ - a large, inviting room filled with plush chairs, a fireplace, and tall windows that overlooked the moonlit landscape. Once everyone had settled in, she took a deep breath and held the old book in her lap.

[The separate pairs make their way through the beautiful landscape of this bustling city, Kimora occasionally dragging Dantzler into video game along the way and the scene ends roughly 3 hours later with Kimora and Dantzler standing in line for a club named "Black Water Inn" Dantzler: So let me get this straight, the reason you keep disappearing is because your definition is "Timed," meaning there's a set state before it turns off. Okay, that's REALLY hard to understand, but I'll get it eventually. So why don't I always remember you can do that? Kimora: Because unfortunately, I haven't fully mastered that part yet, but screw that noise! Let's go have fun!!! (As she is speaking a woman with l

We all surrounded the burning fire, silence creeping into the atmosphere hanging above our heads. "I will definitely miss the real world and being alive." I voice out staring at the burning fire, my eyesight a little bit cloudy. "Yeah. I definitely will." Daniel echoes after me. I breathe in and out then threw the book into the fire. Sounds of someone clapping cut through the solemn silence that was upon us. I looked around in horror searching for the hands that produced the clap. "Did y'all really think I would just vaporize into non existent once the book is burnt??" A horror-ish laughter followed the question revealing the hands responsible for the clap, The evil one.

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 shivered at those thoughts. No, she wanted to handle this on her own. She sat back and drove to work. ... Carina glanced around at BookCrazy with satisfaction. Poetry nights drew large crowds, and they were all book buyers. Every Friday night, she often folds the bookstore into a small hall. Quietly, the soundtrack is melodious through the dimly lit passageways. Apple-green chairs were crammed together, and distorted coffee tables had been pulled from the warehouse and arranged in an informal circle. The crowd was an interesting mix of intellectuals, some quite serious and others just wanting a night of entertainment. She pulled the mic up onto a small platform, and checked her watch aga

It is a ritual to wait after a special event like this. They were tired physically but I could see the satisfaction in their eyes. April’s pink hair was all over her face in a messy way as she talked to Maya. Sammy was also here, sitting quietly while Brent was chatting with some of the members. And Kael… Kael leaned casually against a support pole, his gaze lowered as if he was avoiding eye contact with anyone. That aside, I was really pleased to have all of them as a book club member. Without them, the book club would be nothing and I'll be nothing.

★ Sienna’s POV ★ I sat in silence, poking at my food as Denver engaged in yet another conversation with his business partners. He was still right beside me—technically—but his chair was turned just enough to show where his attention really was. I could hear their low voices, full of technical terms and numbers I didn’t even bother trying to understand.

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.

Will does the same and the silence sets in again. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.