It Movie Loser Club Novels & Stories

"The same way you lost me, same way your father lost your mother. The Kesslers don't get to keep the people they love." She walked away. Sebastian stood alone in the hallway, Cassidy's words echoing in his skull. The Kesslers don't get to keep the people they love. He didn't know if that was true. But he was terrified it might be.

There was something about his presence that felt strangely intimidating. “Send me your address,” he continued. “I’ll pick you up tonight.” “For what?” “Clubbing.” I stared at him. “You need to release some of that tension,” he added. I was about to say I don’t go clubbing. But the words stopped halfway. Maybe he was right. Everything inside me felt like it was about to explode. “Pick me up from here,” I said instead. “I still have work to do.” “Alright, weirdo,” he said with a grin. “See you tonight.”

MARIO's POV (2brother) Our kitten has went through so much, i feel so guilty that i was never able to protect her, we all were devastated when she left or was kidnapped. Mom used to cry so much, dad went to all ballistic mode, Lorenzo got himself into business, twins went into bad boy mode, Anthony started street racing, Grayson shut himself in his room and did god knows what and i was trying to be sane for everyone but already everyone went into dark mode , Our cousins,grandpa, grandma , uncles, aunts all love Klara a lot, everyone was devastated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a quick clarification before we proceed. As per the rules of the Miss Goddess Beauty contest, all participants must have a mate. Our winner, Aurora has listed a mate in her entry form, but we need confirmation. Aurora, can you please introduce your mate to the audience?, will should meet the Crown of our Queen. The hall fell into an expectant silence. My chest tightened as I gripped the trophy in my hands, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. My gaze darted toward Raymond, who stood beside Liliana, his arm casually draped around her waist. In front of the pack, Raymond and I were just best friends. He made sure of that. No one knew what happened behind closed d

Mr and Mrs Clifford were very rich and owned a company in the town, they were quite popular for hair wealth and philanthropy. But Melanie didn't always have a good time in school as students always picked on her and called her a mentally retarded patient as she sometimes threw a tantrum when provoked. One day, she was been picked on by some students while waiting outside for either her father or mother to come pick her up. "There she is, the mentally retarded patient!" One of the students yelled and they all burst into laughter. Melanie looked away. "I bet she can't remember all our names by tomorrow, she keeps forgetting" another said throwing a stick at her.

“I want to ruin him. Strip him of everything he thinks defines him. His name. His power. His control over people. I want him to feel small in a world he believes he owns.” My chest rose and fell unevenly. “He thinks he’s untouchable,” Zane added, a cold edge slipping into his tone. “But men like Kennedy always forget one thing… they are only powerful until someone decides they are not.” I swallowed hard. “I want that too,” I admitted quietly, my voice trembling with emotion. “I want him to suffer. All of them… Brenda, Fiona, Leonard… Everyone who watched me break and call it entertainment.” My fingers curled into the sheets.

The Hendersons definitely spent a fortune and thus ended up doing justice to a far-fetched dramatization. "Yup definitely dramatic." Meghaal went back to looking at her phone. Hades was handsome. No doubt about it. Light blonde hair, crystal blue eyes a body sculpted by Zeus himself. "Your gay is showing Meeks" "huh?" Meghaal flicked him on the head, a smirk plastered on her face. "You oogling the ass. Literally and figuratively" "No I'm not" He pouted. "Yes you were" Trumpets sounded from the far center of the garden, glimmering blue confetti blew with the wind spinning around the future Alpha, curtesy of Luna Kirana.

They call me the prettiest bitch in Baltimore for a reason. This back room club doesn’t have a name on the door. We just call it Lose and Get Fucked. I come here every weekend. Win big, walk out with stacks of cash. Lose… and I leave limping, sore in all the right places, body humming from being used exactly how I like. “And after I’m done,” he added, lips brushing my earlobe, “Vito and Marco take over. Any style they want.” I frowned, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “That wasn’t the deal…”

Nova and Silas in his car, parked somewhere dark, kissing like teenagers and touching each other with zero hesitation. I stared at it, then exhaled slowly. So that was how Leo got lost. The two of them had left a four-year-old inside a crowded party so they could sneak off. “What kind of irresponsible parents…” I muttered. Tristan shrugged, expression unreadable. “I just wanted you to see it. Make whatever decision you want with the information. Including whether you still feel like helping her look.” He said it lightly, but the message was clear. I looked at him for a second longer, then stepped out of the room without answering.

"Gabriella Clarkson, you will never be as happy as me." Her long nails dug painfully into my skin, and her haughty gaze was too piercing for me to bear. I pushed her away. The next second, however, someone shoved me to the floor. "That's enough, Gabriella Clarkson! I always thought that you were understanding, but it seems that you've only been acting this whole time! And stop kicking up such a huge fuss! You look ugly when you're jealous!" I looked up at Mitchell. It was obvious that he wasn't in love with me but with her. "Mitchell Zahn. Let's break up."