The Death Club Novels & Stories

Mango was extremely sensitive to the word 'club' at the moment. Thomas glanced at her before he replied, "The Celestial Clubhouse. The deceased person is Gianna Wood, and according to them, Gianna had resigned yesterday so her death has nothing to do with the club. However, word is that Gianna has been murdered." A connection seemed to spark in Mango's mind.? Gianna was Nathaniel's sommelier, and yet her sudden death coincided with Nathaniel suddenly leaving the city. Would there be a connection between these two incidents?

“They’d kill me. It might not be as quick as when Tank killed Jefferson. It would probably be brutal like when I killed Stinger. And my body would never be found. My bike would be stripped and parts sold. Anything that would identify it as mine would be destroyed. All my stuff would either be sold or destroyed. My cut would be burned and my name never mentioned again.” “But the club….” “Is not as nice as you think it is. We got out of drugs and arms when Sinner and his family were gunned down. But we still do some shit.” He said in a no-nonsense tone. “The guys that got you in Germany and bounced you around? That’s part of what we do. Werewolf opened his security company; all the employees a

Until Death-chapter 26 Theme: Surprised or Shocked, part 2 "How is that possible?" I asked no one in particular, my mouth still open in incredulity as the scene in front of me unfurled itself. Surprise is the military soldier's transformation that just turned into a reaper's warrior. The second is Ryan, so he was the reaper's leader all this time. That means he killed both my foster and biological dad. Lastly, my team.

She looked like she wanted to say something but held back. “What is it?” She handed me her phone. A video of what happened that night at the club was trending on social media. In the video, I looked pathetic. I appeared to be begging for money without an ounce of dignity. I rejected Blake’s so-called kindness, only to end up drenched in alcohol. My face was clearly visible right under the headline: [Gold-Digging Ex of a Medical Genius Comes Crawling Back for Money After Dumping Him When He Was Sick] The video had gone viral. It had received over a million likes.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

I fired all the remaining bullets into her chest and threw the empty gun . Ironically the people present in the clubhouse didn't even bother to see who was killed and why. They continued fucking around themselves which makes me believe why the dead bodies of young women were buried in the drain outside. I pulled out the hearing device from the dead woman's body. Bringing it close to my face, I coldly whispered," I killed your little assassin. Now fucking show up if you don't want this clubhouse turned into burial site." Saying that I crushed the hearing device under my shoes and looked for Erick. There in the corner, he was high on drugs and fucking two women together.

“Study?“ She groaned like I’d asked her to lift a truck. ∆∆ ~ FIVE STAR CLUB AND BAR ~ At nightfall, I watched as police moved in and out the club, asking people questions before each customer entered. My stomach sank. I managed to get in and quickly changed to my work outfit and flagged down a coworker. “What’s going on?” I asked. “You don’t know?” His voice trembled. “They found a dead body in Room 19.” My blood froze. Room 19. The same room I served last night. The same room where Professor Grayson held that knife.

Dax went very still. The Death Dealers. In Coldwater they had been a rival club, a name on a threat, the hand behind Dutch Steele's betrayal and Marcus Steele's death. Here, in the architecture of a larger war than any of them had understood they were fighting, they were apparently still exactly where the worst problems always seemed to end up. At the centre of everything. "Of course they are," Jax said.

A third complained about some rival club moving in on their territory near the docks. I filed everything away in my memory to write down later. This was exactly the kind of intelligence I needed to build a case against the Steel Vultures. If I could connect them to specific crimes with dates and details, Marcus could get warrants and start making arrests. Around nine the atmosphere in the bar changed. Conversations got quieter and people started glancing toward the door. I looked up and saw five men walking in wearing different patches. Death's Head MC, just like Betty had predicted.

After all my instructions, they still fell into her trap and left the Packhouse. Had Justin not driven into the compound that moment, I had plans of doubling their punishment as I wasn’t satisfied. As Justin and I walked towards my room, Justin began to give me details of how many rogues had shown up at Club Cub Hub today. “Two of the male strippers are badly injured. There were so many injured customers and there were fifteen deaths,” he informed. Jonathan Hamp, that bastard. I had to see everything that happened back in the club and how they had found her. I needed answers because it seemed that there was a traitor in our midst.