It 2017 Losers Club Novels & Stories

"Aaron is the Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack—the most sought-after bachelor in the clans. Everyone knows he's been waiting all these years for Lily. Our future Luna will be her. You, no matter how pretty, don't even register in his eyes." His words sliced through me, cruel and precise. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palms, but I had no retort—because every word he said was true. Seeing me speechless, Felix's lips curled into a lewd grin. His eyes gleamed with sick amusement.

Chris, do you think I'm still scheming against you? "No, I'm not. I regret it. Matthew showed his true colors after I lost Coleman Group, and I finally understood that he never loved me. He only loved my status and my background. He's nothing but a social climber." After our engagement, Coleman Group was taken over by Hazel. She kicked Tessa out of the company and bought out the shares from her and Lilian. Brandon had always felt guilty toward Hazel and showed little concern for Lilian. So when it came to Hazel's actions, he simply turned a blind eye.

Like being in the Masons without the social contacts or the aprons. “So you can’t smoke in any bars at all? What about clubs?” I asked, for something to say. “Clubs, I don’t know, I am not a member of any clubs, to tell you the truth now.” “They’re probably exempt,” I said. “Aye, well, it’s a pity you’re leaving for Belfast; if the weather stays nice there’s going to be quite the shindig in Dub today.” “Yeah, I heard about that, Bloomsday, right, something to do with James Joyce?”

"Claire, do you like the spot I picked for you?" Life had become wonderfully peaceful. But a week later, two unwelcome visitors showed up. I'd expected as much. They were billionaires, after all. Finding one person was nothing to them. "Clara..." Diane came running toward me in tears, even stumbling on the path. "Clara, Clara, please don't shut us out. "We know we were wrong. Everything that happened before, it was all a terrible misunderstanding, we weren't thinking straight. "We're your own flesh and blood. Blood is thicker than water.

My lifeline, my leverage, my power—all of it, gone. I grabbed the crystal glass from the desk and downed the whiskey in one gulp, the burn doing little to dull the ache in my chest. The news had spread faster than I anticipated. By now, every single member of Club Vertigo knew. The founders had made it clear—losers didn’t belong in their circle. I was no longer a man of influence; I was a liability. The humiliation clawed at me. Club Vertigo was more than just a social circle—it was my connection to the upper class, my ticket to staying untouchable. Without it, I was nothing. A man on the verge of being cast out like trash.

He countered me, but then it was like adding salt to my wound. “I see, if that’s the case, then you have been demoted!” I said to him, and he gasped in shock, but I ignored him to look at the crowd. “Lucian is hereby renounced as the beta of this pack until further notice. Until he learns to respect me and now I am the Alpha but not him!” I announced, and everyone gasped in shock. Whispers started going around but I didn’t bother myself to listen to what it might be. My decision was firm, whether they liked it or not.

It was a PR stunt meant to whitewash the peace. When a yellowed photo appeared on the screen, my breath suddenly stopped—it was my mother, taken during a free clinic in the slums a month before she died. The host spoke in a sentimental tone: "The establishment of the Moretti Foundation stems from the dying wish of the late Mrs. Moretti. She dedicated her life to eliminating the trauma caused by violence..." Just then, I heard mean whispers coming from the booth behind me. "Dante, look. The Mafia are such good actors."

“Just so you know, I’m suing that sorry-ass excuse of a club for emotional distress and for wrongfully terminating my membership!” “Stella...the only thing distressed around here is your pussy, and I find it hilarious that Elite SA is now a “sorry ass excuse of a club,” but you tried so desperately to get a membership. The only reason why you probably got a membership was to be all up in my face.” “I hope you know that you’re the laughing stock of our circle. Everyone thinks you’re pathetic for running around, blowing your money on that little girl.” “I really wish you would get it through your thick skull that I don’t give a fuck. And quit referring to them as “our circle.” I never liked th

He couldn't believe it, flipping the paper again and again while muttering to himself, "No… no, it can't be… She's loved me for more than ten years. How could she just get rid of our child like that?" His whole body shook violently. He snatched the breakup letter and stared at it. He stayed silent for a long time, eyes fixed on the letter. It looked long, but only I knew it contained just two lines. [Goodbye, Samuel. I've repaid my debt, and our story ends here.] Finally, Samuel tore the letter to pieces, shooed everyone out, and even smashed a coffee table worth tens of thousands.

"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.