The Clubhouse Floated Away Novels & Stories

"Taking down that guy in the cell." "Didn't feel good," Maya said. "Just felt scared." "Scared works," Dominic said. Jake's phone rang. Everyone jumped. He looked at it. "It's Tommy." He answered. Put it on speaker. "Yeah." "Where you at?" Tommy sounded stressed. "The Vipers hit the clubhouse two hours ago. Burned the whole thing." "Anyone get hurt?" Dominic asked. "Three guys made it out. Nobody else was there. But Dom they're looking hard for you. All of you. Put word out to every club in three states. Fifty grand for info on where you are."

No weakness. I rev my engine and lead the way. We pass beneath the iron sign and keep going. The clubhouse sits about a hundred feet back from the fenced entrance. The building is a clapboard mess covered here and there with extra sheets of plywood. The roof is rusted tin and echoes like a motherfucker when it rains, which thankfully isn’t often. The place should have been condemned years ago. Rusted out vehicles and bikes are scattered around the yard and mixed with household garbage. No dignity whatsoever, just piles of crap. I’ll admit most of our members drive rat bikes made of a lot of shit from the yard. I’m tired of it. We all know Fox stashes a good portion of money without sharing w

"Hey, you two. Cool it with the canoodling. The boat got washed away by that storm, and we might not be able to make it out of here." At the words, Ambrose let go of Heather immediately with a bashful expression. Heather's face flushed as well, her shyness was breathtaking. The next second, Ambrose quickly walked over and looked in the direction Neil was pointing at. All that could be seen was that the boat that Forsythe had come in was obliterated against some rocks by the shore, the pieces scattered on the sand. As for Forsythe, he was nowhere to be found. It seemed that he had been washed away by the ocean.

I turned my face to the window, letting the city blur by, wondering if this was what my marriage would be now, two people side by side, but with their hearts turned away. When we finally pulled up to the clubhouse, I blinked. It wasn’t the usual low thrum of music and laughter I’d come to expect. No, this was different. The scene in front of me was louder and wilder. Bonfires crackled in barrels outside, bottles clinked, and the lot overflowed with bikes lined up like polished trophies. There was more energy in the air, and a raw hunger that rolled over me like heat. Before I could ask Ronan, a familiar voice squealed my name.

‘There’s no trace of them coming out of the meadow,’ he explains. ‘Chopper?’ Luca looks between his colleagues and Kylar lets out a grunt, frustrated. He walks away, shaking his head as he moves. Faster than I can watch he slams his fist into the red rock of the cliff. Showering us all with dust. I turn away. If they flew away…we’ve lost them.

my mom muttered to herself happily as I walked out. I was just walking into the store when my phone rang. It was Chris. "Dude, come over. Spring Break is burning away, and we need to get the clubhouse in shape!" The clubhouse was a pre-fab shed in Chris's back yard which provided his only refuge in a house with three much younger sisters.

With another hand, he grabbed Shochiku, who was three meters away, over in the air. Whoosh! They broke through the pleasure boat. As the lightning attributed spiritual power poured into his legs, he hurriedly stepped onto the waves and fled. Two seconds later, an explosion was heard from the pleasure boat. An expensive yacht-level pleasure boat was blown into pieces just like that, sinking into the water slowly. Third Senior, Jill Sinclair, was on the shore. The sky was getting dark. In addition, Alex’s speed was breakneck. She did not see them escaping from there, so she asked someone next to her, “Are the people inside dead?”

Before she left town, Claire had made Thomas a promise to return once a year and they would sit on the beach and have a cookout, in memory of those lost. There was loss closer to home of course. Funerals were held for Alice, Erica, and the latter girl’s parents who were found drowned in Cooper’s Cove. There was a huge turnout, and many tears were shed, as well as questions asked why such terrible things happened to the innocents of the world.

Gia A swarm of bullets flew through the clubhouse and took out three of our crew. Blood spread from their bodies like crimson puddles. I couldn’t help them. No one could. Jenna didn’t dare contact Jaxton in case it blew his cover at the auction. We were all alone out here with no one around to save us. “We ought to call the authorities,” I suggested. “The Clan leaders. The Rangers. Anybody.” The bears howled with laughter as if I’d just told the world’s funniest joke.

“I met up with some friends at our clubhouse. We were there from about 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. Afterwards me, Malachi and Carl went for a drive to get more liquor from my house and we went back to the clubhouse where Frank had waited for us and we stayed there until 4 a.m. and they left. I returned home at 6 a.m.” “Clubhouse? What kind of clubhouse is this?” He asked and I started to get uncomfortable but I wouldn’t show it. “It’s more like a man cave thing. We’re a group of friends that meet up there to relax, you know, away from our wives,” I said and he smiled at me. “Were there any women present at this clubhouse?” His face didn’t show any emotion. “No.” “Where is this clubhouse located?” “It’