The Calamity Club Novels & Stories

" After I was kicked out of the hall, I checked the date with my phone. It seemed Richard would soon meet Flora. All I had to do was bide my time and wait. I soon received a job offer from Jenna and joined the Close Group. During that time, I worked hard to learn and improve my skills, hoping to catch up to my seniors as soon as possible. I was working on the quarterly report when my phone buzzed with a notification from the newspapers. "Breaking news! The long-lost heiress of Wayne Group has been found!" I put my phone down after reading that. It seemed that Richard would be married to Flora soon.

He didn't move closer and now he was so close to me that I could feel his breathe on me, but his voice stayed even. "I want to hire you at the club you came to that first night. The same one." I stared at him feeling the anger rise again fast. "What the hell?" I said my voice getting louder. "What kind of girl do you think I am exactly?" I felt my cheeks burn because the words sounded ridiculous even to me after what he saw me do that night. "You think I'm some kind of slut you can just hire? I'm not that type of person Damien." He stayed completely calm like my shouting didn't affect him at all. He crossed his arms and looked at me for a second before speaking.

If the bracelet could suppress my misfortune, then it could naturally save her as well. Miraculously, Jane woke up the very next day. However, after losing the bracelet’s suppression, my condition spiraled out of control. I became what I am now, someone with a bizarre curse where anyone who tried to harm me would have their misfortune rebound back onto them. Yet, why was that bracelet on Hugh’s wrist now? On second thought, the reason my “Misfortune Rebound” power had suddenly stopped working today was probably because of the bracelet. “Where did you get this bracelet?”

Antonia’s POV I had Calvin come to the club nightly for extra muscle, I don’t know what is happening around here, but the number of creepers has not only doubled but tripled in the last week, as if they are having some kind of convention at my bar. I’ve caught a few in the back alley but only scared them off and saved the girls from being harmed. This is my club and pack business, I can’t just kill them and have the human police involved here, they will shut us down without a second thought.

They entwined their hands and walked to the entrance. Destiny's hand went into her bag for a pass but before she could bring it out, the security guard recognized her and bowed but he smiled at Arabella. Destiny thought it was because he found interest in her. There was no need anymore. Destiny and Arabella stormed into the club. Heads immediately turned to their direction, eyes lingering but Destiny was oblivion to the attention they received. 'Willey' is a new club with an underground casino in Los Angeles. It was a club for the rich and Destiny has heard the owner is not in an American and neither does he reside in California.

Our plan to avenge was one empty wish now. In a blink of an eye, Benedict McClennan shattered my whole world again. “Babe? Why? What’s the matter?” I stared at Alano who swiftly came to me. He looked like he didn’t know what to do. How could life be so cruel to the both of us? (Alano) “Where are you?” I asked Clarice when she answered my call at last. She was not in her apartment when I went there about an hour ago.

All she saw in her mind's eye was how Labeebah gasped for breath over and over before Dr Ma'mun got to her. "I don't know any one with this level of evil intent. She's just an actress, who could she have offended. My little baby is just being herself, she's never hurt anyone not could she hurt anyone." Dr Ma'mun nodded, he knew just about that himself. "I know. I just worry about her as my patient and her safety. Since someone could plan well enough to come into Diezemane through the ceiling." Labeebah's aunt didn't speak, her husband rubbed her hands that were clasped in her lap.

He sounds more panic, and I hear sirens from the background. “What the fuck, Forrest?” My voice thunders causing Camila’s to stiffen. I tighten my hold on her arm and mutter sorry. “The club is on fire.” My eyes widen. “What?” “There is a fire in the club, Boss,” he says word by word. “I’m on my way.” I hang up the line and quickly stand up from the bed. “Pyke, what happened?” Panic rises on Camila’s voice. I realize I didn’t tell her what happened when I’m already wearing my jeans back.

Fuck responsibilities! "This better be important" I grind out. It's two in the morning and the first time I've had any kind of rest since Emiliana left. "The Cloud is on fire" Just like that, I go soft. Way to ruin a man's night. "How big is it?" "There won't be anything left. We'll have to build it up from the ground again" I should rush over there but there's nothing I can do. A fire breaks out in a club and the alcohol is guaranteed to speed things up. Nothing survives that. Luckily, the place is insured and once everything is sorted, we can start rebuilding. Now the main problem is...