The Breakfast Club Novels & Stories

, Everly says, and I smile at them. “I would love to”, I let out, and they stand up almost simultaneously, walking back to the stove as they keep making breakfast. “Where are we going?” I ask, and Everly looks at me, smiling, “to Theo’s club. It’s downtown and full of security. You know they would never let us go to a normal club”, she says, and I frown. “Why not?”, I ask, and Ashley puts a plate in front of me with scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns. I smile at her, and she shakes her head as she rests her hips against the breakfast bar.

Azure woke up early to visit the council. The tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wafted through the air, awakening the senses and setting the stage for a pleasant family gathering. Francine's plate was filled with a delightful assortment of breakfast delicacies, from fluffy pancakes to crispy bacon. She savored each bite, allowing the flavors to dance on her palate.

I asked confused. "Yes, but this isn't just any club" he said smirking. I raised an eyebrow at him, asking him to elaborate, but instead, he opened the door to the building. My eye's went wide as I looked around. It was a Backlight Club. There were people all around dresses up in clothing that would glow, or had paint on them, and even the drinks in their hands were glowing as well. Ty put his hand on my back and started directing me more towards the back of the place, where we stopped at the bar and ordered some colorful drinks.

Looking at the phone with a ‘you are not serious’ look, Brian hands the phone to Rebecca. “It is Bruce for you.” “Thank you,” she says as she takes the phone. As they were talking, Rebecca got a slight blush on her cheeks that told Brian that it was something to do within the bedroom and not for all ears. Something touched his heart. Why could he not have seen what he had till it was too late? Stopping in front of the club, they walked towards the entrance. Brian was shocked that they could call this a club. It was falling apart. Again walking inside, Brian had the same reaction Rebecca had when she first saw the club inside.

I said to Rahul, swallowing the lump in my throat. I was still feeling dizzy, having woken up at four in the morning to prepare for the day. I freshened up and dressed in one of the workout outfits Miles had provided. It was mandatory to train with Brandon and Miles, endure an awful breakfast made by Isabel, and then head out for a meeting with one of the Steele Club's executives.

The voice of brothers who have returned from the night shift echoes through the kitchen along with the others who have just woken up, making me lightly chuckle as they are fighting over the breakfast. "Morning, wolves." I sit at the breakfast bar and nod my head towards my brothers. "Morning, Alpha." I hear a few greeting me back while others bow their heads. A breakfast plate is placed in front of me, consisting of scrambled eggs and toast. My grandfather named our club Wolf Blood, and since then, each member of our club, whether human or werewolf, has been called a wolf.

Three Months Later *Cathwulf* The menu at Joe’s Diner switches to lunch at ten in the morning, but we keep breakfast on the grill for those few souls who still crave pancakes and eggs at noon. It's a quirky little place, and I love it. The breakfast crowd is long gone, leaving behind a faint aroma of coffee and sizzling bacon. I’ve cleaned all the booths and straightened the counter, so I wander to the glass front door and peer out onto the street, half-heartedly searching for something or someone. In the beginning, I looked for a savior, a glimmer of hope, but now it’s just a habit… a ritual of sorts.

Miguel stated, pointing at a turkey club and the grand slam. "So breakfast and lunch combo, okay, but let's order extra bacon," I replied. We both got coke to drink and waited for our food. When the waitress set it down we split the meals between us. I ate my pancake and egg quickly and put the extra bacon on my club sandwich. I ate faster than Miguel, he was still working on his breakfast when I started on the club. "You eat like a horse Sebastian," he laughed and watched me stuff the triangle cut sandwich into my mouth with an extra piece of bacon. He finished with his breakfast and asked for a box to put his sandwich in.

“Please . . . call a meeting. We have to act accordingly to stop this monstrosity.” They all met almost every day to have breakfast at the same Restaurant. They met up to whisper. It was an informal gathering of old friends. Members came to receive some fresh news. Most came to see friends. All of them came for a bit of gossip. Common among them, were their political leanings. Their secret communications were all coded and never got out of the closed circuit. Elections and secret agendas, for example, were always coded. Outsiders came to know them as members of the Breakfast Club who flock together every morning in the same restaurant, to talk and get fresh n

I skipped breakfast because I have an important meeting to attend. The meeting finishes at 12 pm. I'm starving! And I need a bunch before I decide to pound on any innocent prey, just kidding I do not eat humans you can stay in peace. But I do need food. Like in cue Brittany decided to hop in my office and offer to have lunch together, and she had something to discuss about the club. I give her a get to go and we drive together in my car. An old client of mine who is good friends with me invited me to her restaurant which they opened recently and that place is near my office building, and they do have amazing cuisines.