The Briar Club Book Review Novels & Stories

“But when someone enters the palace with expectations… it’s only natural to feel for them.” Her gaze lifted again, soft but steady. “Especially when they lose something they thought was finally within reach.” Something in Lillia’s chest tightened. But Briar Rose wasn’t finished. “I grew up watching people want things,” she said lightly. “Positions, some titles, others want secured futures. Some people decide to wait patiently, and others just reach too quickly.” She took one sip from her cup and placed it gently on the table. “And some simply believe what’s meant for them will come, eventually.”

“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 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 didn’t expect Davvy to knock me in my room and it would soften like this to me now. She immediately lay down on her bed while I hugged her. It was as if something touched my heart as I watched it. I sat on her side and then picked up the book she wanted me to read. The book title is Barbie and the Island Princess. At first, it was okay as I read that, but in the end, I suddenly felt heavier. I am figuring out that Barbie was Davvy. I thought it was just a love story between Barbie and the prince, but I am wrong because there is a part in the end that Barbie's mother is a queen lady.

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.

Briar was a deep thinker, so the less Raina said about it, the more it weighed on his mind. Sure enough, after a quiet breath, Briar pulled the topic back to the ginger soup she didn’t want to talk about. He said, “The ginger soup.” Raina took another sip of tea, shook her head with a bit of helplessness, and said, “Senior, you’re really something... I’ve been trying not to bring it up. Why do you have to keep dragging it back?” Why he insisted on it, Raina knew all too well. Briar was always tight-lipped and serious in front of others, but with her, he was like an innocent, clueless boy — unable to hide even a speck of dust in his eyes or a secret in his heart.