The Loser Club It Novels & Stories

The pendant burned at my collarbone, visible now, gleaming in the firelight. “I won’t lie to you,” I said, voice clear. “Staying here puts a target on our backs. The Council will come. They’ll bring blades. Wolves. Maybe worse.” Silence. “But they already tried to kill us. Already hunted us. And still—we’re here.” A few nods. A low growl of agreement. “This place… this ruin… is not cursed. It’s sacred. It is where the Council lost their first war. And it’s where we’ll begin the last.”

All the girls cheered enthusiastically, their voices blending with the lively energy of the club. The waiter arrived, took our order and a minute later he arrived with several rounds of drinks, tonight would be to celebrate. No more crying, no more Mike and I wouldn't regret any more for my exes. Although that same morning I thought that I would end up celebrating my engagement, now I was thinking of celebrating for my freedom.

I should probably eat again. "Today marks a great day. Among our 112 participants this year, remember, to those 111 you are all standing with your next leader right here in this very place. Now, now! Let's not fast forward. Today you will claim your chance to be the next ruler, today is your chance to show everyone everything you've got. What am I saying? I know you already knows this stuff so I'm not going to make this any longer. Tomorrow, everyone that's in here will start their training. This exam only happens every ten years so I know you've all been waiting for this. This 10-day training will either make you or break you. So do your best because after 10 days, you will be examined and

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

“Still talking about not losing your cool!” But before Luna’s words even finished, Judy spoke up just as expected, “People who can’t handle losing wouldn’t call it a competition after being completely defeated, saying it was just for fun to save face, would they?” “I, Judy Fallon, am the one who can accept losing. I lost to Claire and didn’t think it was just for fun. This is a real competition!” Luna: “...” Her face was slapped hard! “Fine, we lost!” Saying that, Luna felt her face flush. After all, she was the one who lost the worst in this match. She, a top socialite, was crushed by a kid and even lost to Claire.

My lifeline, my leverage, my power—all of it, gone. I grabbed the crystal glass from the desk and downed the whiskey in one gulp, the burn doing little to dull the ache in my chest. The news had spread faster than I anticipated. By now, every single member of Club Vertigo knew. The founders had made it clear—losers didn’t belong in their circle. I was no longer a man of influence; I was a liability. The humiliation clawed at me. Club Vertigo was more than just a social circle—it was my connection to the upper class, my ticket to staying untouchable. Without it, I was nothing. A man on the verge of being cast out like trash.

She was always an introvert and liked to spend time alone rather than being in company. Much to her happiness, the game ended pretty earlier. All the students sitting on the bleachers started dispersing. “We are all going to Burger Inn. Why don’t you all join us?” Asked Callie to which Judy clicked her tongue turning her face with an annoyed expression. She immediately got a glare from both Laura and Callie. “What?” whined Judy Ignoring her whines, Ann just said “It is okay. It is already late. We would join you guys some other time.”

Very worrying. The last time I’d seen Princess Laney, she’d given me a sound beating under the guise of sword training. We had made plans for more beatings, I mean, lessons, but I ducked out of Fengarad before she could teach me the many different ways to lie on the ground, crying. Hopefully, she wasn’t mad I’d stood her up. Maybe she didn’t even remember. “He’s part of a group called The Losers. He’s the head Loser.”

He fucked me in front of the entire underground club, making me moan and beg while they cheered. When he finally came deep inside me, he held me close and whispered: “This is only the beginning. Tomorrow you fight again… and the loser gets used by the entire winner’s crew.” I smiled weakly, cum pouring from every hole, my mind hazy with pleasure. The Underground Fight Club had claimed me. And I was already addicted to losing.

I would be no better than him if I gave in to that thought. “I’m sorry Honey, tell me what I can do to make it better for you.” Lucky says as he sits next to me in the dirt. “Give me your gun and you will see.” I mumble, and he chuckles. “Ok, killer, none of that. You know my club is a one percent club, right?” He says and I look at him and nod my head. Of course I know that. I’m not naïve. But I can’t not see the good the club does, even if they are criminals. Sometimes the bad people can also be good.