Novel & Cerita The Loser Club It

“The victim is this entire party.” Chloe’s grin was a beacon of glorious mischief. “Forget planning. What if we just… left?” “Left? To go where?” “There’s this place. An underground club. The kind your dad would have a full-blown coronary over. It’s called The Inferno.” My pulse gave a traitorous leap. “What kind of place is it?” “The kind where a fake ID is your ticket in and no one gives a damn about your last name. It’s real, Lina. Not this… polished plastic. When was the last time you did something just because it felt good?”

Then she slipped upstairs to make another entry in her book. ~*~ On Sunday afternoon Emily came over to hang around in her room and just watched a senseless show. "We need a motto for our club, too," Emily suddenly said. "Like 'Winning isn't everything.' or 'Useful as the G in Lasagna.'" Jane giggled, but then she had a sudden inspiration. "I have it. 'Not all losers are born. Some are made. Others have losing thrust upon them.'" "Where did you get that?" Emily asked suspiciously.

I retort, and his grin only fuels my irritation. “Fiery Athena, I like it,” he says, his voice full of mocking admiration as I ignore him and start walking toward the club. He follows me, still grinning, as we head inside. After washing up in the bathroom, I join my parents and Josh in the club’s restaurant. My father has already prepared a glass of orange juice and my favorite breakfast: pancakes and cheesy scrambled eggs. Although the food looks delicious, I have no appetite. I scan the restaurant, hoping to catch a glimpse of Cassian, but he’s nowhere to be seen. My father and Wesley are deep in discussion about the stock market, with Josh chiming in occasionally.

"I am, Clara. I've wasted enough time on Damian already. He never appreciated what I gave him, but with my education and my career, my country will appreciate me more than he ever did." Clara could tell I was determined, eventually supporting my decision. As she turned to leave and passed Damian, she shook her head and muttered under her breath. "You had a good woman and threw her away. What a damn shame." Damian stood there, rooted to the floor, not daring to lift his head under the weight of the neighbors' judgmental stares.

A dark figure lunged from the shadows, tearing into the Rogues brutally. He was massive, his razor-sharp claws slashing across their faces without mercy. His fangs sank deep into flesh. Soon, blood stained the ground. The Rogues knew they were outmatched. They fled like beaten dogs, tails between their legs. Only once they were gone did I finally get a clear look at my savior. It was Vidar. I didn't know if it was just a coincidence, but every time I was helpless or danger closed in, he was the one who showed up.

AURORA POV The host’s voice echoed across the hall. "And the winner of this year’s Miss Goddess Beauty is… Aurora!" The room erupted into cheers and clapping as I stepped forward, a proud smile on my face. I glanced at Liliana, the Alpha’s daughter from the Silver Crown Pack, who stood beside me as the first runner-up. She clapped too, but her stiff smile showed how much she hated losing. For a moment, pride surged through me. I had won, it's more like a dream come through.

“Oh, come on. Let’s go to Lucci’s. If it had been the pre- Elena you, you would have called a stripper right here and would have gotten a lap dance. But now….” “Well, then maybe I have changed, but I am not…” Aslan was trying his best to defend but Jodi had an upper hand tonight. “Let’s go then.” “First you give me my million. Here we go.” He threw his cards on the table and everyone groaned as they lost. “We will, but you will have to collect it from Lucci’s. Left my wallet there.” Jodi was giving him a hard time. “I am not going to Lucci’s.” Asslan fired.

"Aaron is the Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack—the most sought-after bachelor in the clans. Everyone knows he's been waiting all these years for Lily. Our future Luna will be her. You, no matter how pretty, don't even register in his eyes." His words sliced through me, cruel and precise. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palms, but I had no retort—because every word he said was true. Seeing me speechless, Felix's lips curled into a lewd grin. His eyes gleamed with sick amusement.

“You know what your problem is? You’ve been living inside your own head for three years. Jared, work, Lara’s drama, repeat. You’ve forgotten you’re allowed to want things.” “That’s very insightful.” “I know.” He was completely serious. “Come out Friday. There’s a rooftop event — Eleven Madison, private. Good people, good music. No ties required.” He pointed at me. “Literally. No tie.” “I’m not in the mood for a social event.”

It'd always represented my last wall of defense. "Aster, no…" Aubrey tugged at my hand, likely understanding what I was about to do. She was scared things would get out of hand, scared that her perfect family would break apart. I patted her hand and said firmly, "Some losses are necessary to keep our lives in good order, Aubrey." I slowly looked up to meet the gazes of Tristan, Anastasia, and Ophelia. With a sneer, I called out to Tristan. "Are you really sure you don't know who we are, Tristan? Are you sure you want to risk the rest of your life for these two women?"