The Death Club Novels & Stories

All I could think about was how many times I begged my father to walk away from this life, to stop acting like death didn’t come for men like him, how many times I told him I didn’t want to bury him the way we buried her. But he never listened, he always said he had it under control, that the streets respected him too much for anyone to touch him, and now...he's dead. I took in my surroundings once more. Motorcycles are packed all over. Everyone was here, everyone ought to be here, their president just got murdered. I gripped the handle of my leather bag, took a deep breath and walked into the clubhouse. Opening the door, a whiff of strong alcohol hit me. Every head turned, all eyes landed o

“ Why are you here ? “ I say quietly deathly quietly. “ My mom “ she says and I frown tilting my head at her. Her mum, her mum has been dead for years , what the hell did her mum have to do with her being here ? She must see the confusion on my face because she carries on. “ When you left I heard David talking to that woman. She asked him about me and about my mum. He told her she was killed , but he also said evidence had been removed from her case and that this club has something to do with her murder “ she explains. I squint my eyes and laugh “ And you think I had something to do with that ? I would have been a kid “ I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me. A move that makes my cock twitc

My red little dress is long enough to cover the holster holding my gun and my switchblade knives securely. The cold night air hits me with force making goosebumps appear on my soft skin as I exit the comfort of my car. Adjusting my black long coat, I make my way to 'Moreno's Den' a club known for VIPs from the mafia and other famous business moguls. It's no place for the less fortunate, perfect for doing dirty because no one gives a fuck. I majestically step into the club with slow calculated steps making sure to add a sway on my hips as I examine the environment.

“Please don’t call me that, I beg you. I’m Cassie… just Cassie.” He winked, “a single name… like Cher.” I flicked a strand of my hair over my shoulder and grinned cheekily. “Exactly! Now, I had better go and make sure the guys are all set for tonight. For some reason, Jessie’s death has made this club more popular than it has ever been.” His smile disappeared and a look of concern replaced it. “Yeah, humans have a morbid fixation on death…” His voice trailed off before he shook his head sadly and returned to his desk. “Tell the boys to make sure they check IDs tonight. I have a feeling that the police will become frequent visitors until the case is closed.”

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I