The Death Club Novels & Stories

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave. At last, it was over.

Her door was locked behind her by Prince's boys and they strangled her. They made it seem like a suicide as they hung her to the ceiling fan with a suicide note. They thought everything would end there, but as they were trying to leave her house unnoticed. The cops were coming and they was a shoot out. Several cops were killed and they finally caught the killers after shooting their legs. They were tortured to confess who sent them to kill Deborah, but they remained adamant as a loyal dog to the core and wouldn't want to breach their loyalty. Since they didn't want to reveal more information, they were prosecuted and executed. They died by firing squad and Prince was there.

I said, “and please, be honest with me.” The bastard shit me a death glare. “Do you work with the Crow?” Bingo. He snarled and lunged for his gun. I shot him, the bullet tearing through his shoulder. “I guess you are one. After all, you got promoted recently, after the new boss was put in place. Your club is getting destroyed, all the men you know murdered and your wives would have to hold a mass burial for you tomorrow. Please make it worth my whole. Tell me who the crow is.”

she said, entering back into Eli's room and shutting the door behind her. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My watch beeps aloud. I was already running late to work, so I dashed out of the hospital and took a cab. ******* I worked at Club Kill, a strip club in the city. Only the most powerful Alphas and Mafia bosses come here. My head spun from the noise, my heels clicking as I pushed through the side entrance. “Lucy!” Kent, the club owner, called from behind the bar. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he smelled like old cigars. “Tonight’s not packed, Lucy. If you want to get paid, you must take personal orders.”

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

Not for this. Not even for someone like Slick. I started walking toward the waiting room. “When I’m done with that motherfucker, he’s going to wish he was the one lying in that hospital bed.” Death grabbed my arm. “Hold up.” I looked back. “How are we getting him back to the clubhouse?” I didn’t answer. “If he realizes something is wrong, he’ll run.” I smiled coldly. “Let him.” Death studied me. “Nick…” “His death will be sweeter if he thinks he has a chance.”

Your dad and I are just going to have to keep molding him in the projects a bit longer. My gaze froze. Darkness crept into the edges of my vision, and a loud buzzing filled my ears. It was an act… The poverty was fake. My family was filthy rich. They had deliberately pinned that 100 dollars on me too… "No, no… That can't be true!" I lunged at Dad, wanting to grab him and scream at him, but my fingers passed straight through his body. "What the hell?" I collapsed heavily onto the floor. As I realized what was happening, a choked sob escaped me. "I'm dead…"

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

My dad held the boy back, he sighed before he grabbed the back of the boy's hair and pulled him away, "I already want to hurt you so bad, so don't let-" "Frank, come, it's urgent!" I heard Liam's voice before he came into the room but dad didn't seem to care. Liam placed his hand on dad's shoulder, "Frank I am telling you it's urgent, Isaac attacked one of the clubs we own and he killed everyone inside! Come with me now !"