The Death Club Novels & Stories

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Colin furrowed his brows and took a few steps away. On the other hand, Brenda seemed completely heartbroken as she tried to reach and hit Colin. Behind her, Layla acted as though she was trying her best to hold Brenda back. One of the police officers cast Colin a glance. Then, he gripped Brenda by her shoulder and had her sit on a chair. The officer told the Larsons they had received a police report saying that there were human remains hidden inside the sculpture. The authorities were working on verifying the deceased's identity at the moment.

he said, “ten boys between the ages of fifteen and seventeen were found dead. All inside her club. And yesterday, another body was found. The police even came to investigate. So I believe Medusa will show up at the club today or tomorrow.” I leaned back in my chair, thinking. “What killed those boys? Did you get access to the CCTV cameras?” Jason shook his head. “No. I tried everything but couldn’t get them. And I don’t know what killed the boys. But I don’t think their deaths have anything to do with Medusa. Yes, they died inside her club, but she didn’t cause it. Still, this is the perfect opportunity to catch her.” I let out a breath. “And how do you expect us to catch her? Have you seen

She just hoped that Bludgeon would notice that something went wrong and that they were now looking for her. “I know what you’re thinking.” Margo hissed in her ear. “You’re thinking that maybe someone will notice that something was wrong and that they will come looking for you. They won’t. Every member of your father’s disgusting club is going to think that you died. It would be icing on the cake if you had someone tail you just in case and they actually went into the club when you didn’t come back just in time for it to go up in flames.”

GEORGE'S POV The club, once a haven for my illicit dealings, had suddenly transformed into a cauldron of rage and betrayal. The air was thick with tension as I received the news from Anderson that those ordered to kill my wife are dead; the operation hadn't been successful. Claire was still alive, despite all the plans I had made. I sprang into anger as Anderson and Gerard stood before me. My face turned beet red with rage as I slammed my cup to the ground, shattering it into a hundred pieces. The sound echoed through the club, making everyone's head turn.

Angry marks lined his face, and he snarled, showing off his bloodied teeth. His hair was stuck in all directions, and I noticed he had a club in one of his hands; the club was stained with blood. "Who are you?" I asked him as he started towards me. Also, I realized he was taller. His head almost reached the chandelier. "Death," He grunted, then snickered. "I am death." It repeated. "Death?" I asked, disbelief coursing through my voice. "You have no place here!" "I do, and I am going to take what belongs to me," It growled and started forward at a speed I couldn't outrun.

"At midnight on her first night at the hospital, she drove out on her own. Security tried to stop her, but she insisted on leaving. While reversing, she crashed into the west perimeter wall. The surveillance footage is clear, and the repair invoice has already been sent to your residence." Carlo hung up the phone and sat in silence for a long time. I circled him, whispering the truth. "Carlo, the doctor said I died the very night I was locked in the cold storage, and Benedetta just happened to leave the hospital at midnight that same night. Think carefully about who killed me."

Like everyone else he also had a purpose of coming into that club, full of sexually frustrated people but his reason was not the same. He was waiting for someone to show up, who was unknown of his dark presence in the club. He wanted to give that man his special visit and for it he himself came here to show what it feels like when death comes right in front of you. He was intently looking down at the ground floor with his keen eyes observing everyone.

' Serena, stripped of my support, went bankrupt. This was her intended ending anyway, so I felt no pity for her. As for Lark, without the abilities I bought for her, she died at the hands of her stepmother. The system was ruthless to the core. Before she died, she told her she was only good with the gun because of the purchase I made. Her lips moved, but she never managed to even say the words, "I'm sorry." Still, I no longer cared for their apologies. Finally, the system transferred my last reward. Two billion.