The Calamity Club Novels & Stories

“Just give it. I have money.” He nodded his head and immediately put another shot on the counter after serving other customers. One by one, I drank a few shots. The club turned into a smear of neon lights and pulsing bass. Every time I moved my head, the room swayed like a ship at sea. For a moment, the relentless pain began to dissolve into a numbing haze. “The private area is booked.” “Why?” “I heard there is an important meeting going on there. Alpha Gray’s sons are also there.”

His mouth was fire, all command and no mercy, and I swear I forgot how to breathe. “Breathe, Elena,” he muttered against my lips. “I—can’t,” I whispered, clutching at his shirt like it was the only solid thing in this universe. He chuckled, low and sinful, the kind of sound you only hear in nightmares and fantasies. Then he pulled me, steady, sure, toward the back of the club. His palm pressed at the small of my back, guiding me like I didn’t even get a choice. “Where are we going?” I asked, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be.

Alexander lead her down the stairs when Amari reached out to yank down the fire alarm. As if on cue, long-drawn-out howls resonated within the club, and screams echoed through the air. Alexander watched as wolves blocked the exits, not allowing anyone to pass, causing the club to erupt in pure pandemonium. The only person Alexander could think was this mad to not only reveal them to humans but to attack in public was Darren. Alexander's eyes scanned the dance floor as people stumbled and collided with each other. He held Amari close to him so that she would not be trampled.

“I don't have your details so I'll be sending the money to Miles's account.” “Black syndicate?” Camila repeated under her breath, pausing the recording. The name sounded so oddly familiar but after ranking her brain for quite a long time, her mind couldn't come up with anything. She was just about to click on the play icon on the phone when something clicked in her mind. Her breath caught sharply, the phone almost slipping out of her hand. The black syndicate was the most notorious and dangerous club in the country. Most people in the court knew about them and every crime they committed but yet the club still existed without a criminal record.

By the time we had settled into an office that overlooks the whole first floor Ryan immediately scour the whole place for bugs while Bill stayed outside the door. “But I thought your family owns this club?” “We can never be too careful, babe. Sometimes, among the people, we trust the most is someone that would be happy seeing us dead.” “That's terrible,” I whispered, internally beating up myself. Did he know? “Yes, but it was also true.” Unable to form a response I just nodded my head, making myself comfortable on the couch facing the glass wall that overlooks the whole place. “Can I get to dance with you later?” I asked, turning towards him, changing the subject. I immediately note that he

After the boring week I had, I was looking forward to letting loose a little. A new bar just opened in the town just outside our pack territory called Elysium. I’d heard it was a trendy dance club serving designer cocktails and full of scantily clad girls, exactly my idea of a good time! I’d been wanting to check it out for a while. I decided to call my best friend, Zayne, who also happened to be our Beta, and see if he wanted to go check it out with me. “What’s up man? You on your way home?” He answered on the first ring, not even bothering to say hello.

“Katherine,” Celeb called out after standing away from her for an hour, he had constantly been glancing at her, and he had seen her talking to no one in particular but a tombstone, and it was too cold out there. Celeb walked close to her, they were close to a cliff, water was down below the cliff and Celeb had been too scared to look down, this place looked deserted at night, but he sure knew it would be a great sight to see in the day.

All she knew were a few words that she had picked up from Telenovelas and the few Spanish speakers that she had encountered in her lifetime. With the train finally in sight, Isabel and the other Atlantans prepared themselves to board and shuffled in when it finally screeched to a halt. She grumpily took her seat and was annoyed all throughout the ride to the next stop. When the train screeched to a halt, Isabel got off and started to prepare herself for her time at Club Indigo. It was still five and she usually didn’t arrive at the club until ten but this time was different. After the first two days that Robert and Tobias had infiltrated the club, the business had struggled a bit as the buil

By the time the fire trucks rushed over, the place was nothing but ash and broken walls. It was such a bad fire that they could not find anyone inside. The cops checked the surveillance cameras around the area and saw that nobody got out. It looked like whoever was inside did not make it. Walter's hand shook a little as he flicked past the news, his mind somewhere else for a second. "Hey, Walter, give me a smile," Anna said, snuggling up with her selfie stick. Walter's nose was filled with the light scent of jasmine as he slung an arm around her, smiling for the camera.

“Alright, listen. I’ll stay outside and run surveillance. Cameras, comms, the works. If anything goes wrong, I’ll tell you—” Miguel cut him off. “Nothing goes wrong.” Leo muttered under his breath. “You keep saying that like it makes it true.” Miguel looked at Camila. “You ever killed someone in a place like this?” Camila smirked. “Once. But that place was easier. This one? Might be fun.” Miguel almost smiled. Almost. They reached the Club, the building looked like a normal club from the outside—neon lights, music, people laughing. But Miguel saw through it. Two men stood at the door, big and armed. Their eyes scanned everyone like machines.