The Calamity Club Novels & Stories

At first I did not even know what that was, until the man actually said, “you can use your mouth baby, I would not mind filling that sexy mouth with my cum.” Disgusting! And his wife actually looks at Matilda expectantly as if she wants her piece of happy ending from her as well. Poor woman turns red as she tells this shameless couple that, ‘we do not do that here.’ And then they have the audacity to be mad at us, quickly pulling their clothes on as they insult our service and swear to never come back. They lastly threaten to give the company a one star review on the company's official website. Piss of shit!

One that I knew I wasn’t going to like. “Hey,” said Gemma, mid-way in between the lecture, “my birthday is this weekend. My roommates and I are going out clubbing. You’re coming with me, right?” I smiled. Normally, that wouldn’t have been something I wanted to do. But with the way that Octavious Luna was looking at me like I belonged to his family, I wanted to do something reckless. Going to a club and dancing the night away with strangers seemed like the perfect solution to that. “Yeah,” I told her, “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

Black Moon hospitality made an impression, loudly, and without a single word spoken. Council members walked the floor like lions among excitable cubs. Their presence alone kept the eager warriors, hot-headed heirs, and grudge-collecting alphas from tearing the Summit apart before lunch. I sat with Ruby and Jason at our designated table calm, composed, and already nursing my second cup of coffee. And I needed it. If I was going to survive the next two days, caffeine and self-control would have to form an unbreakable alliance. But of course, the universe spat in my face. Because that was the exact moment Damian Hayes arrived.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

Chapter 7: The Power Struggle Isla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.

Fear gripped me because Tomas was always straight to the point and if he said something terrible had happened, then it was really terrible indeed. “Tell me,” I said as I walked back to the bed and sat down. I had a feeling I needed something to support me when I heard what he had to say. He sighed over the phone and then, he said, “The club is on fire.” I laughed. “Come on Tomas, quit joking around. Is that a metaphor or something?” “I'm serious, Don. Someone set Ecstasy on fire. It was a gas leak. I'm at the club right now and although the firefighters are trying their best, there would be nothing to salvage by the time they put the fire out.”

“It must be your connection to Kyle that is bringing them to the surface.” “What happened to the witch?” Kyle asked. Daxton was dead, but maybe he could extend his revenge on the witch. “Storm reported her to the Witch’s Council. Her trying to separate the wolf from the man was heinous. Doing that to a shifter is like trying to half a human being. She had to pay for her crime. The Council took away her powers and now she’s languishing in a supernatural jail in Europe.” Kyle grinded his teeth. Her being alive was too merciful. She deserved to die for what she did and the harm it did to Isobel. “Daxton died? Why didn’t they kill her?”

A holographic map floated above the table, showing strange dark energy signatures moving toward their sanctuary from the north. “They call themselves the Eclipse Council,” Damien said, voice cold. “Ancient beings who survived the Lunar Rage by going into deep hibernation. Fallen angels, elder vampires, corrupted witches… they believe the world should be reset under their rule.” Serena’s hands trembled slightly. “And they want Liora. Her power is the key to their new apocalypse.” Kael slammed his fist on the table, cracking the wood. “They won’t touch her.” Damien placed a calming hand on Kael’s shoulder. “We need to strengthen our defenses. And we need allies. Old friends who survived.”

As a few men came out from the fire exit, I quickly hid to the side. Then, I heard Jenny making a phone call. "Yes, I've handed out all her cards. These men are big shots; she won't dare to offend them. Don't worry! In less than two days, the entire industry will be talking about how she sells her body to clients. Let's see how her new company resumes operation after this!" I got it now. They were trying to ruin me with rumors like that!

“You disappear from your own family event, get yourself dragged into a sex scandal at a filthy club, and somehow still manage to return looking like a stray dog.” Jace clenched his jaw. “I didn’t ask to be dragged back here.” “No. You never ask. You only ruin.” He moved past him, picking up the tv remote and switching the channel to the news The whole club incident was still on display on the news, the police were still in the background and also the owner of the club. The press scattered around the scene, trying to find out “What caused the explosions?” “Why was the club raided?” “How did armed men storm the building and yet no money was stolen?”