Cheaters Club Novels & Stories

Hunger flashed there, undeniable, hot, then vanished behind something colder. “You’re a storm the Council doesn’t know how to survive,” he said softly. “And you’re mine.” I sucked a breath in, half fury, half something I didn’t want to name. The SUV glided to a stop. The Council House rose like a cathedral ahead, black stone and silver banners, wolves in armor lining the steps. The air here tasted like iron and old rules. Damian’s hand brushed the small of my back as we climbed out, possession masquerading as guidance. I wanted to shrug him off. I didn’t.

Denise drove Iris to an exclusive club where access was only granted to those whose annual spending exceeded a hundred thousand dollars. Denise had obtained the VIP card from her husband – no, her ex-husband. As they entered the club, Iris spotted Yvonne and Henry together.

One that I knew I wasn’t going to like. “Hey,” said Gemma, mid-way in between the lecture, “my birthday is this weekend. My roommates and I are going out clubbing. You’re coming with me, right?” I smiled. Normally, that wouldn’t have been something I wanted to do. But with the way that Octavious Luna was looking at me like I belonged to his family, I wanted to do something reckless. Going to a club and dancing the night away with strangers seemed like the perfect solution to that. “Yeah,” I told her, “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

"Mr. Keller Senior, I never meant for this to happen. I'm the Keller family's daughter-in-law. I never intended to hurt Elias or Christopher." Gregory, still clutching his hand in pain, froze. He stared at Mom in disbelief. "Daughter-in-law? What do you mean by 'the Keller family's daughter-in-law?' Selena Ashford, you really did cheat on me!" Caught between shock and fury, he shouted for someone to hit her. Mom shot to her feet and slapped Gregory hard across the face. Cold sweat ran down her face as she growled fiercely, "Shut your mouth! Stop this right now. He's not someone you can afford to mess with!"

It looked like the kind of club that was made to hide cheating billionaires. Lana led me inside the club through the back door. The music was loud, people who were barely covered moved around without a single care in the world. I almost had a second thought but the images of the debt flashed in my head. I didn’t need a seer — this was my only way out. Lana looked at me for a while as if waiting for an order from me to take me out of here. I forced a smile, assuring her that I was here to make some money.

The large screen above their heads flickered on and began playing a very explicit video. The footage landed like a landmine, blowing the entire room to pieces. "Holy shit—isn't that woman today's bride? And that man is—" "Ahhh! No blurring! Everyone can see!" "Wait a minute. The bride cheated. She betrayed the groom." "I see it now. Damn. She's been playing dirty." Lacey and Kevin's eyes bulged. Shrieking, they begged the staff to turn off the screen immediately. Then came the turn of Lacey's friends. Their own romantic escapades played out on screen as their boyfriends watched everything unfold. Slaps rang out across the room.

Monica replied as she spooned Anton some rice. "Okay," said Anton. "To be honest, I'm still traumatized by being cheated on. Or when you say you want to get together with your old friends, about school reunions, bukber and the like, you can't come anymore," Monica replied with a sharp look. "I understand, for your sake, I won't go to the invitation of reunion, bukber, or anything like that with my old friends," said Anton. Monica smiled but even though she could smile beautifully in front of Anton her heart could not lie. She was still traumatized and could not fully trust Anton. There is a saying that if a man cheats once, he will do it again.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The meeting location was a centuries-old estate in neutral supernatural territory—three hours from pack lands, owned by a witch coven who'd maintained strict neutrality for generations. Stone walls, high ceilings, a formal meeting room that felt designed specifically for exactly this kind of tense supernatural negotiation. Maybe it was. Some spaces absorbed history. We'd arrived an hour early. Standard tactical precaution—Cas had insisted on checking every exit, every sight line, every potential concealment point before the Council representatives arrived. Victoria's vampires were positioned outside. Marcus had twelve wolves in perimeter positions. The building it

The bouncers on the door are as seedy as all hell. I blow out a calming breath and walk in through the dark wood double doors in the dimly lit foyer. The club is large and has circular tables scattered throughout. The music is loud and sounds like Cumbia style. The place is about half full. I can see through an archway leading into another room and there are pool tables with low hanging lights hanging over them. My eyes scan the room for her. Where is she? Where the hell is she?

Step by step, I lent him a helping hand to build the Donaldson family's empire. But somewhere along the way, the Donaldsons caught a serious case of the "new money syndrome". Maria and Harold shed their humility and began posing as aristocratic nobles. Every sentence they spoke revolved around the sacred words "the Donaldsons". They even tried to set rules for me. Still, I wasn't bothered because I only had eyes for Wayne. We were married for five years, and were the picture-perfect couple everyone admired. On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria.