Club Dead Novels & Stories

Dante glared at her as he said, “That is not an option up for discussion.” Daphnée slammed her hand on the desk and stood up. “The club closed because of the overdoses that continuously happened here. Remember, this club is now under new management and there shouldn’t be any accidents because it is new and if there are drugs and shit happens, they will link me to you and that will cause trouble on your end.” “I do not need you to worry about me,” he said and stood up.

Toby sighed tiredly while swinging his door open. He really just wanted to be alone and with little to no sleep the night before he was grumpy. The last thing he wanted was someone banging his door down and then dragging him out to go confront his best friend- if that was even what he could call Leo anymore. "Caleb wants to leave and is demanding you come with us" That caught Toby's attention, not the Caleb part but the 'us' part. "Us?" Toby asked for clarification. He hoped that didn't mean Marcel was coming too because that would mean Caleb told him about Leo which would then in turn mean that Marcel would find out about him lying.

She didn’t look at him right away. “So… restructuring,” she said. “That’s what they’re calling it now. I know what it really means. They’ll cut us. Maybe not all at once, but piece by piece.” Leo took her hands in his. “I’m not leaving.” She turned to him, eyes wet. “Leo, you should. This club’s a mess. You could go anywhere.” “I don’t care,” he said firmly. “I’m not running from this. I’ll use every ounce of leverage I have. I’ll fight for your team. For the club. For what's right.”

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

“Club rules—” “Club rules say if claimed pussy admits something to a brother, he gets told,” Echo cuts in. “Dylan isn’t a brother, and Sasha sure as hell isn’t claimed pussy.” Fuck. “How bad is it?” I ask Titan. He just grins wider. “Oh brother… you’re in for a wild ride, let me tell you that.” “Wait—” I spin around to face Echo. “What if this causes drama for the club? If I know, I can try to avoid that shit.”

CHAD May 15th 2018 I carelessly slam the door to my car, furious that my safe was broken into and no one knows anything about it. Now I'm slightly freaking out how I'm going to come up with the lease money in a week. The business has slowly started to dwindle, I have no Maddie, no Mal, Caddie and no one's seen Layla either. The entire East wing of the club is fucking cursed.

Actually, Ryan had received a phone call from Thomas earlier in regards to the situation. But, he had pretended to not know anything. “You gentlemen are?” “Hello Mr. Hudson, My name is Cain Dinklage, they are Abel and Connor Mileard. We came here on such short notice to…” Cain then told him of their purpose for this visit, leaving no details out. They gave him the whole situation, without holding back any information. The soccer club was going to be closed down really soon. Out of the three of them, Cain was already was jobless, the other two were soon to be jobless too. They were hoping that Shalom Technology would absorb their club and save them from such misfortune.

“What’s the beef with this Hanson guy?” “He put Kelley in the hospital when we were seventeen, beat him up with a baseball bat, three on one. It was the same night they took Marella.” Lee’s voice had lowered at the end, his anger once again flaring up. “One fight seems a bit excessive to go to these extremes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for justice being served but you’re planning on ruining his life.” Connor looked doubtful. “They’re all part of The Club, the playhouses, they all play together. Charles Alexander, the Chadney’s, the Holt’s, the Blackwell’s and the Goodwin’s. Ernesto’s a part of it too and we’re not sure who else joins them.”

"You let people believe your actions were club sanctioned, tying OUR name to this shit." "You are fucking weak, Luka!" Lee yelled. "Soft! You shouldn't be running this club, it could be so much more without you!" "It would be less! What you do, that isn't club, Lee. That is just... petty criminal bullshit. No one here needs to go to jail to prove shit. That's not what we are about. We make plenty of money doing what we do. Plenty. There was no reason to go back to the old ways, you are stuck in a time that is outdated. That's not club anymore. We aren't criminals like that. You know that. No drugs here, no guns here. And it should go without fucking saying that we don't deal in human fucking

“Don’t be like that Nina! Let me have some fun on vacation too!” “Okay, so I go to this club that is usually pretty good, Sunday nights are a bit slower but it is a good place to let loose if you guys want to go have a drink.” Kelly said as she slid into the booth neck to Zach, who had moved down to the back. I have just shoved a bite of food in my mouth so Zach could answer before I could. “Of course! What is the club?” Inwardly groaning I just let them figure it out. This chicken fried steak is mouthwatering and I could use a drink to relax. We might just be 18 but we don’t get drunk like humans do and we all carry fake IDs if we are in a human cub.