Bookclub Stories

Welcome to Crescent Book Club, where you get to share your stories and exchange feedbacks with other members. This book club is for writers who are looking for a more easygoing place to do read-for-reads with valuable comments. Not so much pressure. Minimal requirements. Everyone is welcome, as long as you follow the rules.

A club for exchanging reads with your fellow Wattpaders.

Infernal Empire Book 1 Greed is one of the greatest sins of all. The more you taste it, the more you desire to steal it, want it, keep it, or even snatch it if it doesn't belong to you. My greatest sin is greed, a greed that doesn't involve power, money, or revenge. My greatest sin is my wife, my most alluring addiction. And I snatched her from the hands of those who once took my peace, my life from me, and shattered it. My wife is my weakness, but worse, she is my greatest possession. Aaryn Volkov, the princess of Bratva, the dearest sister of the worst person whom I am out to destroy. There is a saying that if you don't get what you want, make sure no one else has it. It's a calculated way to destroy something before it destroys you. I will take her, carve myself deep into her, and I'll watch everyone try their worst to get her back. She is mine, mine to hold, mine to own, mine to ruin, and I'll burn this world to ashes, along with everyone in it if they even think of snatching her out of my hands. If I can't have her, then no one ever could get her. She belongs to me and only me. Forever and always.

A book club with a focus on spamming a single book in a small period of time.

Two Floors Down isn't romance. ‎ ‎It's desire under pressure. ‎ ‎It's temptation disguised as accident. ‎ ‎It's guilt beneath the covers, a stolen life that breathes beside you at night and asks two visceral questions: ‎ ‎If the person you're falling for left their soul in your hands... would you read it? And if you did, would you ever admit it? ‎ ‎This is not a love story built on fate. ‎It is built on trespass. On hunger. ‎On silence that grows claws. ‎ ‎Two Floors Down is impossible to put down because it knows something most romances refuse to confess: ‎Love is not ruined by betrayal. ‎It is sharpened by it. ‎ ‎It began with a misdelivered package. ‎And a transgression she told herself she would undo tomorrow.

Hello! Welcome! Tuloy po kayo sa newly improved book club ni pusa. Read more for details. Masaya po ito, pramis ,💕 FRIENDSHIP ✅ GENUINE READS ✅ ENTERTAINING COMMENTS ✅ and UNDYING SUPPORT ✅ Nandito sa loob iyan... We also have games for points and for fun. At may mga tips din kami para makatulong sa pagsusulat ninyo. So ano pa hinihintay ninyo, Let's go. 😁 PUSANG GUMAGALA scruffycat 😁

[UNDER REVISION] Maya just wanted a chill summer job at her aunt's serenity bookstore. But peace and quiet? Not happening. Not when a certain lazy guy keeps turning the couch into his daily nap spot.

A girl is crushed by the people she trusted the most - family who used her, friends who abandoned her, and the one person she loved who threw her away when she needed him. . . . . . She dies with only three things burning in her chest: regret, rage, and the question that never left her - "Why me?" . . . . . But destiny is not done with her. . . . . . She wakes up again... in the past. Same life. Same people. Same betrayals waiting to happen. Except this time, she remembers everything. . . . . . Every lie. Every manipulation. Every betrayal. Every crack in her illusions. . . . . Now she has a chance to break the cycle. . . . . . But can she change her fate... or is she trapped in the same destiny that killed her once? . . . . . .

The lecture continued, but her mind wasn't at peace. No matter how much she tried to ignore them, their presence alone was enough to make her feel caged. she focused harder, forcing herself to copy the notes, letter by letter, word by word, until something landed on her desk. A small, crumpled piece of paper. Her fingers hovered over it, hesitating. Every instinct screamed at her to leave it untouched, to pretend she hadn't seen it. But curiosity, foolish and reckless, got the better of her, slowly, she unfolded it. "You forgot to fold your hands in prayer too. Be careful, Little Temple Girl. Some Gods here demand a different kind of devotion." Her breath hitched. The handwriting was precise, sharp, elegant, almost too perfect. She didn't need to turn around to know who had sent it. A low chuckled from behind confirmed it. Advait. -------- Purnima Sharma X Advait Raisinghania Vedika Mishra X Neil kapadia

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Calling all Potterheads! This is a club for all wizards and witch to obsess over all things Harry Potter. Whether you're a courageous Gryffindor, a wise Ravenclaw, a loyal Hufflepuff, or an ambitious Slytherin, you belong here! DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to the amazing author J.K.Rowling!

A book club born from Christmas! The main objective of EBC is to find a writing partner as both of you comment on each other's works. We also have a Savant Feature (SF) system and also a Reader's exclusive assignment available. Status: Open

The Girl Who Carried Chaos Beautifully is not just a story - it's a mirror for anyone who ever felt too much and said too little. I , Riya Deepak Motwani opens the door to her heart with raw honesty, sharing the unfiltered chaos of being young, emotional, misunderstood, and deeply human. Through memories, heartbreaks, fears, small victories, lost friendships, and silent tears, she paints a story not of perfection - but of becoming. This book is for the soft souls, the overthinkers, the girls who loved too hard, stayed too long, and still found a way to bloom.If you've ever broken quietly... and rebuilt quietly...If you've ever felt like your emotions were too loud for this world... You'll find yourself in these pages.

✅OPEN✅ This bookclub is officially open, so welcome fellow PJO fans. Join this club and share your opinions!

What would happen when the son of the supreme commander Aaron Warner meets this girl who lives in a small town. She was just trying to make it to work on time. He was standing in her way - literally. Jack Warner has everything: money, looks, and a last name that opens doors. Ophelia Wright has none of that, just a bus schedule, rent to pay, and no patience for spoiled rich boys. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But after one tense encounter turns into something neither of them expected, the question becomes: can love really grow between two people who were never supposed to meet?

The Sky I Wrote On is a collection of poems about love, loss, healing, and everything in between - moments that feel like sunsets, storms, and quiet stars. These poems or poetry are the thoughts I whispered to the sky when no one was listening . Beneath clouds and starlight, these pages carry fleeting moments - love that glows like sunsets, heartbreak that echoes in thunderstorms, and dreams painted across midnight skies. This isn't just a poetry book; it's a place for anyone who has ever looked up, searching for answers, and felt a little less alone.

A collection of oneshots, articles, and social media posts centered on Zayn Kishimoto, Arian Warner, Cyrus Kishimoto, and Azalea Warner. Featuring the other Supreme Children and everything that exists within the Disrupt Me universe.

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Welcome, recruits! Here, we don't skip leg day-er, page day. With the ONC open, this club is about building strong plot muscles and emotional cardio. If you're reading this, congratulations. You've taken the first step into the most intense, elite, and mildly concerning ONC training program on Wattpad: the Pink Literary Society's ONC 2026 Book Club. Please place your snacks to the side, hydrate responsibly, and stretch your scrolling thumb. Injuries sustained during aggressive page-turning are not covered by management (unless you feed Ducky).

"Mr. Sharma, are you two really dating each other?" "Ikshaan sir, is this serious or just a rumour?" "Is this why you attended the wedding together?" Beside me, he didn't flinch. Of course, he didn't. The Ikshaan Sharma-India's golden boy, cricket's prized headline, master of straight faces under pressure. Meanwhile, I was a deer in headlights with a breaking news banner already spinning on someone's phone.