Cheaters Club Novels & Stories

"It wasn't flagged." I hit the bag harder, and it rocked violently on the chain. "Most girls tend to cheat the club. They secretly leave with clients and keep the whole buck to themselves. I guess that's what she did," He added, and I felt more adrenaline pumping through my body. Fuck! That night at the RavenSquare Pack – some rundown, barely-breathing scrap of a territory – changed everything. Saint and I had just gone there to keep an eye on our latest target, and after the day's job, we decided that having a good fuck won't be a bad idea.

"Really, I told you to come, but you didn't come. You can't even taste such a good Thorn Rampart." "Next time, we'll go the same way." Suzanne smiled and quickly stood up from the sofa. She threw out her slippers and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. "Do you still want to sing karaoke or come back now?" "Bullshit. I'm not an idiot," said Nancy gloomily. "I thought I was going to go to the KSP. But I'd lose interest after they said I'm going to The Clumsies." The Clumsies was the most famous entertainment club in Jena City, and the power behind it was too complicated. Although it was of the same grade as a KSP, its internal affairs were more lewd. People like Suzanne basically did n

he growls, shifting gears again. “Why are you in such a rush?” “I need to get the fuck away from there,” he grits. “Before I turn around and run over the rest too.” My breath falters. “The rest?” “You thought those five fuckers went to that club by themselves? It was a group of twenty dudes,” he says, grinding his teeth. “They all frequent that club looking for easy chicks to score and dump while they’re intoxicated.” “Oh No, my girlfriend is in there" I mutter, moving in my seat to grab the door.

The Stepford Wives club ditched me the minute we left the packhouse again. Joan: Bitches be bitches. Emily: Yeah…don’t worry Celeste! They'll be big, fat, and pregnant soon enough while you are partying it up with us at college! LoL! I outwardly laugh at Emi’s comment and get a glare from the guys. “So…where is this club, Celeste?” Alpha Callen asks. “Oh! Sorry! It’s just in town. It’s called ‘The Howlers Hub’.” “That sounds more like a bar than a club,” Alpha Callen says, sounding skeptical but typing it into his G****e Maps app.

Just after terminating one of Andrew's enemies, Damien made his way to a club nearby to settle his scores. Getting inside after passing by the club bouncers at the door, he walked in with his guards and he was welcomed by the sound of very loud music, sweaty people were almost everywhere grinding their bodies together. Everyone around looked almost wasted, only few weren't and most of them were business men and Mafias who came to the club to have a good time and to get some sluts on their bed for tonight. This club was known for its violence. Every man gets to bid on a woman and the highest bidder gets to punish her thoroughly, by using different kinds of whips, libidos, neck collars and so

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.

Chelsea shook her head and refused to be left in the dark. “And where is this far away from my home place?” June drove for a few minutes more before pulling over. “We are already here.” As they read the inscriptions, Chelsea was shocked, “A club?” Iris had closed her eyes. She was not sleeping but just in deep thought. Hearing club, she opened her eyes. “Club 112. I think it's perfect,” she said and alighted from the car. June realized the flaw in her plan that their outfits were sexy though but still too decent for a place like the club. It was too late to do anything about it.

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"To hell with him! And, indeed, hell is what awaits the sort of man who abandons his own wife and family!" The conspirators exchanged looks amongst themselves, the displeasure evident upon their faces. And yet, as much as they'd like to get in a few choice words here, all they could really do was swallow it down and sulk. Meanwhile, I was having the time of my life! It was the perfect moment to add fuel to the fire. "Mom, are you aware that your son has late-stage cancer, and is standing right at death's door?"

"I understand. But if you ever change your mind, please know that I'm here for you. I want to help you, no matter what." I nodded, not wanting to continue the conversation. "Thank you, Hector," I said, my voice cold. "But for now, I just want to be alone. Excuse me." I grabbed my bag and stomped out of the bar, not wanting to be around Hector any longer. Standing on the street, I didn't feel like going home. Across the street, there was a club that was open morning, noon, and night. I sighed heavily and stomped over to the club, determined to let go of my frustrations.