The Briar Club Book Review นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“And her concerns are well-founded.” Briar knew how to play the Pack like a fiddle. All honey and strategy. She had known since childhood that she was in the running to be Luna. My position in this school meant that she was never more than a stone’s throw away from power, and she had no intention of letting anyone stand in the way of that future. Least of all, someone like Nora Carver. A dragon. A mystery. A threat to everything that Briar had so carefully mapped out for herself and the Pack. “She’s manipulating you,” I said. “She made it sound like I’m being distracted, but what she means is I’m not distracted by her.”

I whispered, my voice sounding like sandpaper. A low, rhythmic humming filled the hollow. The air coalesced, shimmering with the scent of dried lavender and old parchment. From the hilt of the dagger, a wisp of blue-violet smoke spiraled upward, knitting itself into the translucent, flickering image of Briar’s face. She looked like hell. Her hair was a tangled mess, and a smear of dark blood ran down her forehead. Behind her, I could see the stone walls of the Council’s high-security archives.

Bri asked. “Of course Bri,” Derek replied. “That’s insane.” She flipped another page. “I feel bad for the witches that were caught and tortured for this... but I really love what I'm seeing right now," she said. While they talked, my hand stayed there. Lightly resting over Derek’s fingers. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it. Bri suddenly closed the book slightly. “There has to be more in the room where I found this.” “Yeah, they should be,” Derek said.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

This is between Briar and me. I

"You're coming. Not as staff. As my assistant. Equal footing. Full access." Brianna stared at the bracelet. "Raven will hate this." "Raven doesn't get a vote." She picked up the bracelet. Turned it in her hands. "Why are you doing this?" "Because last night should never have happened. Because you deserve better. Because I should have been there sooner." Brianna fastened the bracelet around her wrist. "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. The night's not over." The second event was at a private club in the city.

The moment I heard her soft snoring, I slid out the back, trying not to make a sound. It was peaceful outside, which I took a moment to enjoy. The hierarchy was simple: if you weren't born into power or warrior bloodlines, you stayed invisible. And invisibility? That was survival. Let me introduce myself. Briella Hart — almost eighteen, senior year, and the girl everyone overlooked unless they needed homework help. I was a bookworm, and I owned it. I loved getting lost in other universes, other lives. But more than that, I loved having control. Knowing exactly where I was headed.

BRIAR When I woke up, it was on the softest bed in the world, and I immediately wanted to go back to sleep, but three pairs of eyes were staring at me, and they immediately nudged me up. They introduced themselves with names I couldn’t follow, and they told me that their King had allowed they to run my bath for me and feed me. I was momentarily confused because I couldn’t really remember anything beyond what Aaron and Roxie did to me, but I followed their orders anyway. I allowed them to bathe me by running the fluffiest, most luxurious, scented soap over my body. They took their time cleaning every single part of my body, and it was so calming that I dozed off a couple of times.

"No, way, you are looking so down, a club is what you need to lift that mood, the rush there, you will enjoy it don't worry," "I don't want to," "You already agreed, I am not taking you back home, better deal with it, and the reason I took your car is because in case I get drunk you can drive me home since I know you can't take alcohol," "So in other words I am just your driver," "Nah, I want you to relax too," She said and Nicolekept quiet, the house wasn't pleasing so maybe a club would be better. "What are you sucking about ma'am?" Natalie asked in a mocking tune over the loud music, they were in the VIP section but the music from down was still as loud as ever, reminding her again why sh

Emma let out a defeated sigh but decided to wear it after not finding any other suitable option. As she stretched her hand back to open her zipper, it hit something firm, followed by a waft of warm breath, sensually caressing the nape of her neck. Fear rushed through her veins, rendering her body motionless. He's here! "Husband and wife don't hide from each other," he whispered, his voice growing huskier as their bodies drew dangerously close. She inhaled sharply, and an enticing blend of his luxurious cologne, laced with a subtle note of alcohol, enveloped her senses.