The Loser Club It Novels & Stories

Karmaa had come back for Aslan. “No, you won’t. You will only understand it your way.” She stood up and he stood up with her. She wiped her eyes and said, “I lost everything on this poker table, didn’t I? Now I will win everything back. Mr. Aslan Parker. I bet myself, and if I win, the prize is my freedom.”

Different set of people moved in and out of the bar, including strippers and wasted men on suits. I wonder what the fuck she's doing here all by herself, why did she drive this far just to get high and drunk? What the hell was she thinking!? I switched off the engine of my car and sat quietly as I began examining every soul I saw at the entrance of the club. Diana and Sylvester walked out of the bar wasted, my facial features flushed in terror and anger, restraining my emotions from getting the best of me I sat still watching them cuddle and laugh for minutes besides Sylvester's car like a wasted couple.

The Moonshadow Pack was so tense that a blade could sever it. Emily stood in front of the stone table of the council, her eyes burning with a defiance that none of them had anticipated from the once-forgotten outlaw. The whole pack hierarchy had been rocked by rumors of her brother's arrival, and now there were more war rumors than ever before. Alexander stayed near her, a silent pillar of strength despite the upheaval. He knew the truth, this wasn’t just a political battle. It was a spiritual reckoning.

“Is this your first time in a place like this? No wonder you’re so boring.” “I’ve been to plenty of clubs before,” I replied, holding back a scoff. “Just not ones like this. The ones I’ve been to were more upscale—elite members, gold cards, that kind of thing.” I didn’t mean to sound arrogant, but I wasn’t about to let her take jabs at me, especially with people nearby who might be listening. Matilda didn’t respond. She just grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. The music blared around us, vibrating through the floor and walls. Instantly, a few people turned to look, eyes trailing after us, probably admiring the two well-dressed women who just walked in.

she smiled at him and pointed. "Working? Oh no, I can't let you work in a club. There are a lot of guys there" "I can take care of myself. Thank you" she said and kissed him on the cheek to keep him quiet. Carlos watched as she left the car. He hurriedly touched his cheek and bit his lower lips. "Sweet" he mumbled under his breath. . Amy walked into the club and was looking round. The last time she came, it wasn't decorated like this. It was fully opened now.

“Sorry, I’m Emmilia Marino.” The bouncer shook his head. “Sweetheart, half of the city is owned by the Luna family. I don’t know who you pissed off, but both Emmilia Vitore and Emmilia Marino have been blacklisted from half of the clubs in the city.” He took out his cell phone and flashed a picture of me that was from last years college yearbook. “Who told you to blacklist me?” I demanded. The bouncer sighed. “If you’re pissed, you probably already know. Now, run along home.”

said Claire again. "Then, what punishment will the loser get?" asked Leon innocently. "The loser ..." Claire was deep in thought. "What? What?" Leon asked impatiently. “The losers have to run and the winners have to catch up. If you can, the winner may hit the hand of the other player," replied Claire. She doesn't know if the plan will work. However, Leon nodded his head excitedly. "Alright, are you ready?" asked Claire. "Ready! You will lose!” exclaimed Leon excitedly.

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

"If a club loses the race but thinks they have the luck, they play the Ransom. High Card. One-on-one. The stakes are simple: a club girl for a club girl. You lose a hand, you lose an item of clothing. You lose the game... you get swiped. You belong to the enemy club for the night. No rules, no limits." My stomach turned. I looked at the "club girls" standing near the Kings. Some looked excited; others looked terrified. They were being treated like poker chips. "Reaper has been winning all night." He added, stepping closer, his eyes lingering on the bruise on my neck that I had just revealed. "Which means he has got the most to lose. And I think I just found the girl I want to swipe." "Keep w

"Uncle Gerald, Aunt Diane, I'm already living under your roof. You've been so kind to me. So what if Clara says a few sharp things to me? "Please don't be angry anymore." Playing the victim to get her way had always been her favorite trick. Her fake meekness was nauseating, but my parents fell for it every time. My father grabbed the bamboo switch again and pointed it at me. "Look at Jenna, then look at yourself. When will you ever be as sensible as her? When will you stop making us worry?" I stood there numbly. Before we were sent away to that remote school, Claire and I had already realized we could never win against Jenna.