Club Dead Novels & Stories

I nodded and turned to face forward as Ford held his hands up, silencing the music and the crowd. “Okay, everyone,” he said loudly. “We’re here to witness the wedding of Leilani and Jetter.” “No shit,” Dow called out. “Get to the good bits, brother.” There was laughter in the crowd. “Yeah, some people are impatient, but fucking listen up,” Ford said. “This union will bring our two clubs together, the Rebels and the Demons, so if you’ve got a fucking problem with that, speak up now.” There was dead silence among the men.

“ His club is really difficult to join, and considering the fact that you guys don’t get along, maybe you should join Sebastian’s club. It’s combat. Nothing extra, just martial arts.” “ I will join Rex’s club…Add Hockey to my file “

It sucked coming home to find everything dominated by these idiots. Walking through the office of the small three-story building on Chittenden Ave, the clubhouse, down the stairs towards the ground floor I see in the second floor hallway, Darkness and Luck playing pool the new recruit pouring drinks, I went downstairs looking for the missing ones not I wasn't surprised at all by the moaning down the stairs, Cade and Demon fucking a bitch, interested in getting votes to join the club.

from the club would be sitting in the second row, a living, breathing reminder of the shame she was trying to outrun. He knew Miguel would be there, too. He could already see the look on Miguel’s face when Clifford and the girls walked in. Inside the club, Clifford dropped the invitation onto the bar. "He’s going to destroy her," he whispered. "No," Luz said, her voice hard. "He’s going to make her into something else entirely. Something that belongs to him." Clifford picked up his gin, staring at the golden letters on the cream-colored card. "Then I suppose we better find something spectacular to wear. If we're going to a funeral disguised as a wedding, we might as well look the part."

I thought about the way he dragged me down the hall. The door opened again much later. This time, it was Andreas. He didn't have a tray of food. He didn't have anything. He just stood in the doorway, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie gone. He looked like he had aged ten years since the morning. He didn't come inside. He just leaned against the frame and looked at me. "The club is closed," Andreas said. His voice was hollow. "The city pulled the license. Too much blood on the floor."

“Sorry, I’m Emmilia Marino.” The bouncer shook his head. “Sweetheart, half of the city is owned by the Luna family. I don’t know who you pissed off, but both Emmilia Vitore and Emmilia Marino have been blacklisted from half of the clubs in the city.” He took out his cell phone and flashed a picture of me that was from last years college yearbook. “Who told you to blacklist me?” I demanded. The bouncer sighed. “If you’re pissed, you probably already know. Now, run along home.”

The club was called The Secret club. Fitting. It was a dark, loud place where people went to forget who they were and what they’d done. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, spilled liquor, cheap perfume, and pure, unadulterated desperation. The bass from the music was a constant, heavy thump in my chest, a heartbeat that was not my own.

The Regional Reaper's clubhouse was a lively, vibrant venue that pulsed with energy every night. Located in a secluded part of the clan’s territory, the building was designed to offer a private, exclusive space where members could unwind and have fun. And thanks to Godfather Marco's high end tastes, it was much different than any other MC clubhouse in the EU.

I mean… There was supposed to be a barbecue on Monday, and then there was Decker’s birthday party coming up, but--- Yeah, he really didn’t like my sarcasm! I must have passed out again, and now I was alone, cursing myself and just anyone I could. Because the club we were up against was the fucking Black Skulls! Of course, I knew of the Black Skull MC! Everybody who was anybody knew who they were. And those everybody also knew to stay the fuck away from them! They were BAD news even after you’ve had the worst news of your life! And just when things couldn’t get any worse, the door opened…

THE CLUB POV: Nikolai Scott's club was called Meridian. It did not advertise. It did not have a sign outside, just a black door on a narrow street in the oldest part of Sky Shade City with a brass handle worn smooth from decades of the right hands pulling it. The kind of place that existed in the negative space of the city's social life. Everyone who needed to know about it knew. Everyone else walked past it every day without seeing it.