The Calamity Club Novels & Stories

Sukany accidently encountered Adrian leaving with a women beside him. Mrs Suknay knight averagely might have overlooked this fact, as it was not new for Adrain to be seen with new women in such luxurious hotel but since the gorgeous women alongside Adrian looked like an Indian women, Sukanya felt curious to know more about her, that night she made her personal bodyguard Daniel followed them, who later informed that Adrian dropped women outside a club name as ‘The Night Ace’, Mrs Suknaya smirked hearing that her problematic step son was dating a club girl but her smile faded the instant Daniel mentioned women name ‘Amara’

Their club would be turned into a subsidiary of the Order of the Solar Temple. She found it totally unacceptable. Her body swayed unsteadily and she threw up. She was on the verge of collapsing when shut her eyes in despair. “Could it be that our club is destined to end? I won’t accept that! I won’t!” Observing from the side, Zayn heaved a sigh as well. He did not expect that he would encounter an incident that involved so much hardship. He could not bring himself to remain idle while the others were in imminent danger.

"I've encountered a problem. Blackridge, I'm upping expenditures." Blackridge held the paper in his hand and stared at it, wondering at the sudden drop. 'He... lost connection. What was that cut to his thread?' The readings continued to print furiously and unmonitored, the paper which he had been guiding to the ground folding over itself and piling sloppily on the table in front of him. "No, no, no, no!" Kallida was muttering angrily. "Darn it! They're not..." he growled. "Listen to me!" he shouted, rising up and slapping his hand against the table. "Attack them!"

P rooms at the club. ‎Sighing, I got up and headed to the closet. ‎I opened it and amazing clothes met my eyes. Such beauty . I have never really owned anything expensive except for the clothes offered to us at the club but they never leave there so,... Yeah . ‎A soft knock interrupted my solitude. ‎"yes?" ‎"sorry to disturb you Addy but Don Emilio is requesting for you" I told her a quick thank you as I got up and headed to see my husband.

a billionaire aged 65 He was of medium build, with short white hair, and brown eyes. She had grabbed his attention the second she walked in. He had noticed her swollen, red eyes and could tell she had been crying. Throughout his many years of womanizing and screwing around, it was such types who were easy to manipulate and do whatever one wanted. She'd soon be food for the club's luckiest man. He had a fantastic view from where he sat and had observed that most of the men in the club were staring at her. They were waiting for her to become drunk and then shoot their shot, which was generally his approach too, but this time he elected to get up before anybody struck.

The environment here is perfect for her. I don't want to like Damian's club. I need to use this time to gather ideas on how to run my own club. Before Damian, my business plan was based on what not to do. That was easy because if Johnny Ford did it one way, I planned to do the exact opposite. Club El Diablo, on the other hand, has strict guidelines. Clean bills of health for the clients and a zero tolerance policy when it comes to how subs are treated. The private rooms are monitored, and the entire time I'm in the club I feel safe. At the Mediterranean that was never the case. I worked there in constant fear of the police or that someone would come unhinged and hurt members. I shiver at a m

The Stepford Wives club ditched me the minute we left the packhouse again. Joan: Bitches be bitches. Emily: Yeah…don’t worry Celeste! They'll be big, fat, and pregnant soon enough while you are partying it up with us at college! LoL! I outwardly laugh at Emi’s comment and get a glare from the guys. “So…where is this club, Celeste?” Alpha Callen asks. “Oh! Sorry! It’s just in town. It’s called ‘The Howlers Hub’.” “That sounds more like a bar than a club,” Alpha Callen says, sounding skeptical but typing it into his G****e Maps app.

Since the meeting directly impacted her job, Elizabeth had no choice but to head in with him when they got to Crush. Dimly lit and deathly silent, the empty club gave off an eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that was usually bustling with people but was now abandoned. And as they strolled through the main floor, weaving between tables stacked high with chairs, Austin couldn't help but think of the decaying malls and ghost towns he once saw on some urban exploration channel on YouTube. Rex, Crush's manager and the man responsible for Austin's week-long loss of income, was already situated at the bar, paging through what appeared to be one of the daily newspapers. He looked up at the sound

Crissy’s eyes widen once Alexander said those words. “Crissy, calm down. He is just joking. Isn’t that right, Alexander?” I stare at Alexander with anger. “That incident that happened, just outside of town. Was it you guys?” Crissy says anxiously. My brothers and I stared at each other in confusion. We were trying to figure out if one of us did it. Then we realize that Leo wasn’t the only one here. We heard rumors around town about strange bite-makings indicating that the person was attacked.

He smiled, facing my uncle whose face was red in embarrassment. My eyes narrowed and I looked at the woman beside him wondering if she knew how Alessio and the devil met. But for my uncle to look scared of this guy, then he was the most dangerous man in the room. “Right now? I promised I would see you soon.” My uncle mumbled, walking in his direction. Alessio chuckled and “I believe you don't want to do that. The moment a bullet wheezes past me, everyone here would drop dead. You can check around and see how many red dots are in the room.”