Novel & Cerita Why Is The Breakfast Club Called The Breakfast Club

He towered over most people. But right now? He looked small. He looked like a student waiting for punishment in front of the principal. “Do you know why this club exists, Frank?” His voice was barely steady. “To make money… and run business.” “No.” I shook my head slightly. “This club exists because it’s the safest place for my operations.” I gestured lazily towards the floor. “Music. Women. Alcohol.” My lips curved faintly. “They are the perfect distractions.” I dusted his shirt. “But when enemies walk through my door asking for me… the illusion breaks.”

Jane prompted as if waiting for a brilliant name, but brilliant names don't come easily for them. "Loser Club!" Emily grinned. "You know like the 'Breakfast Club', or something like that." "Do people have to eat breakfast together to be a member though?" Jane wondered, getting distracted. "I don't know, I just heard about it somewhere, so I stole the concept," Emily said with a shrug. "So I'll be the president, and you can be the vice president. Well...unless you want to be the president?" "Nah." Jane shook her head. "The club was your idea."

"You've had your fun, young man, now explain yourself." "It's not a sex club," I said with a small smile, "despite what the name sounds like. They said that was the original name just to try and get people to join, but then it ended up sticking since it's funny and is an accurate description." "So what is it then?" Zoey asked from where she was seated next to me, looking curious.

I paused then added; "At eighteen." Mark gave me a dirty look. "It wasn't my fault I was just you know..." "Shy, I know all about it. Now go ahead and tell me the story." I smiled at him. "Tell it like you were telling one of your dirty stories for your little friends." Mark belonged to a "Club" as he called it where all the members' men and women alike were gorgeous, professional, well off, and sexually dominant. They met once a month, had dinner then sat around swapping dirty stories about their latest conquests. The club was secret and according to Mark had been around for generations.

I also make coffee. “Sorry Savage, I just need to grab something.” I nod at the club girls as they enter the kitchen to do what they are need to do. We have cut down on the parties because we have children here. We aren’t complete animals. They all say hello to Rebel and she says it back. They love her, everyone does. Once I’ve made her breakfast, I sit next to her, and she holds up a piece of toast for me and we do this every morning. I pretend to take a bite and she giggles. I would do anything to see my girls smile.

Thankfully he didn't use the derogatory word he'd used that day in the garden. So here I was, patiently waiting for the stupid breakfast to end. The dining hall of the Blue Moon Pack was always loud, but on Saturday mornings, the day set aside for the supposed breakfast, it was deafening. It was the one day the elders, the high-ranking warriors, and the Alpha’s inner circle all sat together for a formal breakfast. The air usually smelled of grilled meat, fresh bread, and woodsmoke. Normally, I could handle it. Today, it felt like an assault.

People from all walks of life start coming to the meetings, and they share stories about how gratitude and mindfulness have impacted their lives. So, as the "Happiness Club" spreads to other communities, it starts to get some pushback from people who are skeptical about the whole idea. Some people say that the group is just a bunch of "hippies" who are out of touch with reality. Others say that the group is just a feel-good fad that won't last.

I know that they know I’m not being truthful, just as I know that they are withholding the truth on what had been asked by the councilman and what they had discussed. Speaking of the devil, the councilman walks into the dining hall, to join us for breakfast. “Good morning, everyone. How lovely, that you all eat together. This is the most close-knit pack I have had the pleasure of visiting,” he greets us. “We are a pack because we choose to be, not because we have to be, everyone here, is here because they respect and care for each other.” I explain to the councilman. “Indeed. Still it’s very refreshing to not be amongst tension. Is breakfast self-serve or made to order?”

Calling me names! " Look who's talking. The broken record! And for your kind of information, I'm back just for a week and no one has kicked me out of the city in the first place " I snapped back to which his brother in crime shield him instantly as my words pissed off both of them. Well, besides me no one calls them that because there was a singing competition in their school probably like four years ago. Therefore, since then I named them broken records as they had started to call me names like chubby, the big bunny, elephant etc after seeing my childhood pictures in my family album all because I was chubby.

He only glanced at his subordinates briefly, because he was busy sorting the documents that he would bring to give to Gavin regarding the development of their club, GC. Remembering the name of the club, Jaxon felt like he want to banging his head, because he just agreed when Gavin named their club Great Cock, which Jaxon immediately negotiated to become GC, because he couldn’t understand why his best friend had to name the club to sound so ... horrible. Luckily, everyone thought that the club name was the initials of Gavin Caleston, not the real name that was listed in every official document. After gathering all the files, Jaxon sat for a while on the bench and looked straight at Fritz who