Romans & histoires The Briar Club Book Review

“Or notice you?” I smile. It’s small, sharp, and determined. “I’ll make him.” There’s a beat of silence as that sinks in. Then all three girls grab cushions, press them to their faces, and scream. I scream too. It’s chaotic, high-pitched, ridiculous, and very, very real. I’m going to sleep with Owen Kyle. I’m going to humble the golden boy of Briarwood High. I don’t admit it out loud, not even to myself, but the truth sparks inside my chest, small but impossible to ignore:

All I wanted was to kick off my shoes, unstrap my bra and find a comfortable spot on the couch in front of the television tonight. I turn around as soon as I hear a group of people entering the lonely bar where I find myself being held hostage in, waiting on a new client who is interested in buying the place currently known as 'The hub'. Why anybody would be interested in this place blows my mind. The walls are filled with cracks and the ceiling might be about to fall on my head or rather the rest of the building above my head, but I am sure as hell not telling the idiot that. I'd rather point out that there is place to grow. An enormous piece of land at the back with the potential for build

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

Not to mention, Briar has three drinks, which is the most Briar thing ever. She can never settle on anything when it comes time to make a choice. I, however, always know what I want or where I’m going. She’s chaos, and I’m precision. We might be identical on the outside, but inside we’re often polar opposites, and that has always balanced us out.

Arian's pov The celebration didn't end at the book club room. We moved to the bar to celebrate with drinks and music. The bar was alive that night. Music thumped through the speakers, laughter and chatter swirled all around me. April was to my left, practically bouncing in her seat as she recounted some ridiculous story about Brent tripping over a shelf in the library. Brent groaned and buried his face in his hands. I should’ve been laughing with them. I should’ve been soaking in every bit of this moment, this celebration of finally being free from lies, of being president of the book club again.

“You are just like your parents. You are all always get mad at me. Why? Was it because you only found me in a dirty place before? That you just bought my whole being back then? So I didn’t want to talk to you at the bar I was working at. I don't like you because I can already see your behavior. You are a proud rich creature, you are a very demanding person and above all. . . I don't like you because I feel that you are serious about saying that what you want, you can get it forcibly even if I don't like it. Really and you did. You bought me at auction just to make me feel like you can get what you want too. That is the problem for all of the rich people like you. You are too proud and arroga

the voice of Princess Briar said as Caspian rolled his eyes and sat next to me as Serena and Maurice scooted over. "Whatever, Briar, one day you'll have a mate." Caspian said as I chuckled, looking at the Demon Princess, who held a large red leather book in her hands. "Whatever. Can we begin? Who is this?" Princess Briar asked. I quickly introduced Lady Priscilla, who seemed oddly at ease with the Demonic presence around her as we all began to examine the tomb Princess Briar had found today. -------------------- Note: This book is the property of Ulliend's Musing. This book is only allowed in approved formats such as D****e, Good Novel, TikTok, etc., under the Ulliend's Musings brand.

I said. *** The club was loud and packed with bodies moving to a bass that vibrated through my chest. Harley grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd to the bar. She ordered us both shots, and I downed mine without thinking, the burn sliding down my throat and settling warm in my stomach. "Another," I groaned. Harley raised an eyebrow but signaled the bartender. After three shots, the anxiety and worry I felt earlier started fading away. The music felt like it was inside me and the bass synced with my heartbeat.

he groaned against my lips. I gasped as two of his fingers pressed against my clit through the soaked fabric, rubbing slow, firm circles. My legs trembled. I clung to his shoulders, biting his neck to keep from moaning too loudly. “Such a naughty girl,” he whispered, kissing down my neck while his fingers worked me. “Grinding on a stranger’s cock in the middle of the club.” I was close already. The risk, the music, his scent, the way his hard cock pressed against my hip; everything was pushing me toward the edge.