The Calamity Club Novels & Stories

The sound of the shattering glass sent shockwaves through the clubhouse lobby, and in an instant, a gang of more than a dozen thugs wielding clubs and machetes burst out. They glared at Calum with eyes full of malice. One of them snarled, "Who the hell thinks they can trash Moonstream Pavilion? Don't they know this is Daxton's place?" The ringleader, a hulking brute with a face that had seen its share of fights, gave Calum a stern once-over and growled, "You the troublemaker, kid? You want a one-way ticket to the morgue? Alright, boys, take him down and make sure he doesn't walk out of here!"

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, my mum asks and the duvet is removed showing my curved up body. "I just went clubbing -" "Clubbing you say? Hundreds of people died and they are pinning everything on you and thanks to you, we are finally out of hiding. Fucking Vahemir ", she curses and I slowly sit up and as I glance at her, I can tell she is livid from the way she is panting heavily. "Ma I just went -" "Went where? Didn't I tell you not to go there? Why are you bent on killing me before my time-"

But after paying attention to the other warriors, it seemed the answer to my curiosity was clear. “I thought I would feel happy if I saw that smug face of Jermaine washed over with shame, but it made me even more depressed. If even that bastard with his abilities cannot defeat the Black Fog, what about the rest of us? That's why... I reached out to Alpha Rohan.” At the same time, Rohan gave clues about what he knew about the Calamity. “What form has the Calamity taken now?” “A much bigger black shadow, which can split itself. They will hide in the shadows, then attack when they find their opponent is off guard. I can't count how many of my men have become victims."

craning her neck to stare in my eyes. I step in front of her,raising my hand to brush her hair out of her face,tucking it behind her ears. "I cannot let you go.I am too greedy to let you go". I shudders.she opens her mouth to reply to me. The kitchen room door opens, Killian barrages in. "The Club was attacked.".he halts when he notices laurel.i release her and storm towards him. "How?". "Looked like they got in and set some part of the building on fire.many people were injured.6 dead".

There was a room available, so I rented it. The innkeeper, Archie Duncan, was friendly. In the evening, while we sat around the fire, he entertained the guests with strange stories about Doom Canyon. Doom Canyon was also known as Ravenspire Canyon. The locals of Maranigan referred to it as the "Gateway of Reincarnation." But guides never dared take anyone inside. Archie asked, "Did you come alone?" I shook my head. "With my wife." "But I don't see her," Archie said, confused.

To think this was the same cold, brutal male who'd knocked me unconscious without hesitation. "What would you like me to do, Lady Eliza?" His voice held quiet reverence. Eliza's icy gaze locked onto mine as she spoke, her words sharp and cruel. "Teach the slave some proper manners." DAMIEN I was absolutely full of barely contained rage as I maneuvered my way through the oppressively crowded club, bumping and shouldering into bodies as I struggled to make my way toward the bar. I had never been a fan of crowds, hated them, in fact, and much less a crowd composed entirely of abominations. Club Eternal, as the pretentious name heavily implied, was a favored hangout spot for the foul immortals t

If you ever saw a man sobbing hysterically over his drink at a club, chances are he was one of Damian's casualties. “That damned Damian son of a b****!” A hard slam came from the table to my right. Wine spilled, along with a few tears. “Today is supposed to be our third anniversary. But he… but he ruined it all. If only I’d never brought her here. If only… hic…” I turned my face away, pretended not to hear, pretended not to see. The rumour must be true. It wasn't even a rare occurrence if I could find it easily on my first visit to this club. I bet if those poor men formed a support group, they’d have enough members to start a political party.

That I almost let him inside me. I cut a piece of pancake and force it into my mouth. It tastes like nothing. "What time's your thing?" Callum asks Caleb. "Not sure yet. She's supposed to text me." "Bring her to the club this weekend. That place I told you about." I look up at that. "What club?" Callum waves a hand. "Place some of the guys go. Private. Members only." He says it vaguely, like he's already said too much, and he turns back to the stove.

I doubled over, my hands clawing at my belly, sweat instantly drenching my clothes. "It hurts..." I gasped, my voice failing. "The baby... something’s wrong..." Lucas Grant lunged forward to catch me while my secretary screamed for an ambulance. The news of the Alpha’s mate being carried out of his own headquarters on a stretcher moved through the city faster than a scent on the wind. "Silvercrest is dead in the water! Collins Parker is finished!" "Did you hear? He collapsed in the boardroom. They say the pup won't make it."