Thatonereader's Book Club Novels & Stories

“Elissa, I am very upset and I need someone to talk to. Please, can you come?” Elissa sighed her forehead creasing, and said, “Alright. I will be there in a few minutes.” She ended the call, feeling uneasy about the decision to go to a club. “To the Sinister club, please,” she told the driver and leaned back on the seat, thinking about the decision.

It also made sense why they named themselves after the book, it was what brought them into the realisation of a potential threat. Mum went further to say that the book had powers beyond what the mind could understand, and she mentioned that with the book one could skip the necessary balance. “What do you mean by the necessary balance?” I inquired, barely holding my excitement as she told it all to me. “The necessary balance, um, how will I explain this?” She clicked her tongue severally. “It is a simple term that means magic had a price, it always had a price.” Squinting my eyebrows, I said, “Always had a price? What is the price, how much? How do we quantify the….”

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

I can’t. MidnightReader: Okay but can we talk about the ice??? Because I’m definitely trying that SpicyBooks4Life: “Pleasure that feels like death” - I FELT THAT I scrolled through the comments, giggling despite myself. These people had no idea they were reading my actual life. Then I saw a new comment thread forming. NightOwl_Reader: Okay guys, we need to talk. This community is getting HUGE. We need a name. RomanceAddict47: Yes! Like a secret club for readers who are obsessed with this story

I sat on Xavier's lap, Dane and Theo on either side of me as we chatted with their parents, Marilyn already popping one of the faerie bottles and pouring four glasses. She handed one to me and I blinked in surprise. "If you're joining Book Club, you'll need to get use to the buzz." She winked. My ears twitched and they all chuckled. "You'd allow me to join your Book Club?" I asked, Xavier squeezing me sweetly. The mother's smiled at me, sitting shoulder to shoulder beside Dane. "Theo says you're reader of classics." I smiled and nodded. "I love them." Thena pulled out a bag from under the table.

This is another thing I like about her party, it's nothing like all the other parties we've been going to. It's such a chilled vibe where the music isn't loud, teenagers aren't swaying their sweaty bodies against each other and there's no alcohol. I'm surprised everyone is still here and enjoying themselves. But I guess that's just how much everyone loves Ashley, she's such a genuine soul to be around. "He's so amazing," I try really hard to block out Olivia's voice as she continues to tell everyone about Ezra. I ignore the deep urge to roll my eyes at her. She's talking about some stupid connection she has with him and how it's undeniable.

She might not have all the memories but she sure knew how it felt when someone lied to you and ignored you. The book store was packed. Packed because it was Jared Alvin who was introducing his newest book in the series and reading out live in this bookstore. Hannabelle was extremely pleased with the turnout. In the morning she had called Aithusa and said,” I don’t know whatever you have done with the guy that he has made such a choice but I am happy that you did that.” “I did nothing at all,” replied Aithusa in a dry voice.

Klein stood in the middle, his voice booming as he read paragraphs of p**n like material, and I squirmed in my seat. “Thank you all for coming,” Klein said. I watched everyone get up, and walk out in pairs, men and women, women and men alike, their hands and body clearly screaming to do one thing. “Did you have fun?” “Oh God,” I gasped, turning back to Klein. “You scared me.” “I am sorry,” he smiled. “What do you think?” My lips parted. “I think…it was amazing.” The following weeks, I came to the bookclub, dressed up and left needy. The literary erotica was picked for a week, and then Klein would dissect it in that awesome voice of his.

“That’s the thing. Rich people rarely blame the matchmaker. Not with all the filthy secrets they are holding above each other’s heads. They focus on the symptom, not the cause.” “It’s the change we are talking about.” I smiled, finally piecing it together. “Our club will target clients who genuinely want to be in relationships. Not kids who are being forced by their parents.” “Rebels.” “Badasses.” We both burst into laughter. Hugo’s chest vibrated with a deep laugh which came to an abrupt stop.

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.