Novel & Cerita The Clubhouse Floated Away

Furrowing his brows, he turned to leave Hart Group to enter his car before driving off to Wilson Golf Club. … The clubhouse was more crowded during the day compared to the night. Although the interior of the clubhouse was spacious and equipped with a separate entertainment area, it couldn’t compare to its outdoor land resources. When Cameron arrived at the clubhouse, Sean had already arrived. Sitting in a corner, there was a glass of red wine in front of Sean. Cameron wasn’t sure what he had on his mind, as he was wearing a glum look on his face. When Cameron approached him, Sean merely lifted his gaze before greeting him aloofly, “You’re here.”

"No! My son! Lucas!" "It can't be," Charlotte said, running into the room. She had been in the gym, her face flushed and sweaty. "The news... I saw it on my phone. Is it true? Is Lucas gone?" We stood there, three women in a house built on money, staring at a screen that was telling us our foundation was crumbling. Then, the screen changed. A grainy photo appeared. It was the wreckage. A white wing with the Ashford logo, floating in the dark, churning water near the coast.

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

When he left, I shed a few tears, letting everything out, then, I wiped my face, touched it up a bit, before leaving my studio. "Miss Voss, I'm sorry but the President doesn't want anyone to leave the clubhouse today." One of the prospects guarding the entrance said to me when I got the gate. "Why?" "Widow's Bite killed one of the club's patch members and dumped his decapitated body in front of the gates." 'God, I think I was going to lose my breakfast...' My stomach got sick just by hearing this. I knew most of the patch members by both names and faces...wondered who the dead one was.

The boat in the picture was even bigger and more beautiful. Most importantly, the entire hull was covered in irises, my absolute favorite flower. There wasn’t a single rose to be found. When I got home, I started packing my things. I slowly sorted through my clothes and legal documents, neatly folding everything. Then, I found the photos from all the years we had spent together. Every single one had a note written on the back. I flipped through them, one by one. On the photo from our trip to Lake Green, she had written, “I want to cling to Aussie for the rest of my life.”

Vroom the car made a loud sound and moved out of the compound. After an hour's drive, they arrive at the famous clubhouse. They got out of the car happily and went inside the club. The club was crowded with so many people. They made their way upstairs to a less crowded floor and found a few old schoolmates. They exchanged warm greetings and were soon lost in hearty conversation. Kate brought some glasses of cocktail drinks for Lily and Agnes and they continued chatting and laughing. Lily excused herself to use the bathroom, and Agnes went with her.

I turn to Caddie and Chad. "I'll see you guys later. Please.. take care of each other. Tomorrow is never promised to any of us." My voice cracks as I breathe in a shaky breath. "I'll call you later on," Caddie says, wrapping her arms around me. I look at Chad, placing a hand on his shoulder as his eyes look void of any real emotion. I know he's been having nightmares and the Club has been put on the market. Apparently, his insurance coverage doesn't include arson or water damage. Leaving him up a creek without a paddle.

Just after midnight we stopped back at the clubhouse and most of the members had either passed out or gone to the back rooms. At 2 AM I opened the door of my room quietly and listened. There were no sounds in the clubhouse and I made my way to the meeting room and opened the safe. I had seen Albert Clark, the Treasurer, punch in the combination a few times. I took the club laptop out and quickly copied everything onto the external hard drive.

not that I needed anyone to drive me. I drove towards the clubhouse immediately, completely forgetting about Dinner with the Family.. All I wanted to do at that moment was getting away from the mansion and get a breathe of fresh air.. The drive to the clubhouse was surprisingly short and in no time I was at the underground parking lot of the clubhouse.. I got out of the car and walked towards the elevator which was meant for the VVIP guests.. I held onto my coat tightly as I stared at my reflection on the elevator walls. “ You brought this upon yourself..” I mumbled before walking outta the elevator..

Teacher Mary stood calmly, arms crossed, assessing the chaos. The figure reached us. It was Alyssa, and she was out of breath. Teacher Mary gave her a moment to catch her breath before nodding for me to get water. I handed Alyssa my hydro flask. She drank deeply then gasped, “Cher, the captain’s cabin—it’s been opened.” We rushed to the cove. The barge was no longer afloat as I had imagined. A fourth of it had already sunk into the shallow water. It was shallow enough to keep the captain’s cabin from being submerged completely.