The Calamity Club Novels & Stories

"I think I need to not think about this." "Of course," he said immediately, with the kind of easy agreement that made everything worse. "If that's what you want, we'll go." --- The club was in the basement of a building in town, dark and pulsing and exactly what I needed to disappear into. Callum introduced me to his friends—a group of local men and their girlfriends, all of them warm and welcoming in the way small communities were, the kind of people who invited strangers into their circle without suspicion. The music was loud. The lights were strobing. The bodies were close.

“Yout hink he wouldn’t let us?” Camilla props herself up on her elbows. “He would clear the club completely. Not just half of it. And he would triple security.” I try to swallow the heat that rushes up my throat. Triple security. That sounds heavy, impossible. The city shrinks a little in my mind, dotted now with his men at every alley and doorway. But it still gives me better odds than this place. I try to look uninterested. “Um, what is this club?” Camilla settles on her back again. “It’s called Pulse. Alex owns it. I’m friends with all the girls that work there.”

Stories end with me. Then she found me. Private club three levels under a Manhattan steakhouse that doesn’t exist on any map. Black marble. Red light. The kind of place where the air itself costs more than most people’s rent. I was drinking something expensive and pretending to be a tech investor with too much money and not enough soul when she sat down across from me without asking. Skin like winter moonlight. Eyes older than the cathedrals she probably watched get built. Eclipse Covenant. Ancient. Elite. The real fucking thing.

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t

I know this is just an infatuation, I know I’m just overacting but this is my first time, and I’m struggling to overcome it. They say, talk to someone when you can’t let go. But how on earth I will share this to someone if I didn’t go in a relationship, that this is not some sort of break up that I wanted to move on. This is just a new feeling, a strange one that needs to fade. “Becca, do you want to come tomorrow?” I put down the book I’m reading and looked at Nena. “Where are you going?” I asked. “At the club, outside C.U,” she replied.

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.

I made my way downstairs and walked towards Jonathan and Luca who were currently bickering about something. "What's going on?" Jonathan turned towards me and spoke, "Matteo thank God you're here, the club, there's a fire." I closed my eyes and inhaled, this couldn't be a coincidence. Opening my eyes, I spoke slowly, "What do you mean the club is on fire? And both of you pick your next words very fucking carefully." Jonathan continued by saying, "We aren't sure, we just got a call from the staff, it looks like a gas leakage when they turned on the lights... well."

And then a little chaos. Forgetting about Adonis, I rushed inside only to find Ash looking at the TV screen. She was crying silently, and her palm was placed on her chest. A sleepy Aniya was now awake rubbing her eye with her fist. I frowned, “What? What is it?” I asked walking closer to them and then stopped dead. The news headline on TV read: BLAST IN COCKTAIL CRUSADERS CLUB. I slowly turned to Ashley and Aniya who were now looking at me. Fear and worry crept into my heart. This was the same club that was owned by Adonis.

Over the years Alexander had watched as Guillermo nursed birds with broken wings back to health over and over again thinking no one noticed his activities. Alexander nodded, as he kept looking at the screens, wishing Melody was still there, but knowing she would be in her class now for at least another hour. "Why did you ask to meet me?" He asked. Being direct was always best with Guillermo. "Club Red. It's definitely safe, but" For the first time, in the entire time Alexander had known Guillermo, the other man stuttered and seemed at a loss for words before he continued, voice strained and rushed, "It's a private sex club. Melody will be safer than anywhere in the city, no violence can be c

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.