The Losers Club Novels & Stories

Others were born of the rebellion, their loyalty forged in fire and loss. “You are no longer hidden,” I said, my voice steady. “The Council knows who we are. What we stand for. And they will come to break us.” Silence. “But they will fail. Because we are not built like them. We are not ruled by fear. We are forged by it.” A ripple of energy moved through them. “We don’t need their approval. We don’t need their thrones. We will build our own legacy from the ashes of the old world.”

“Ma’am… that was the third major client this morning.” Sophia didn’t respond right away. Her fingers slowly tightened around the edge of her desk. “Say that again,” she said quietly. The assistant swallowed nervously. “They’re saying the company is collapsing… that our funding has been pulled… and that anyone who stays with us will suffer losses.” Sophia’s eyes darkened. “That’s ridiculous.” “I know,” the assistant replied quickly. “But the rumors are spreading faster than we can contain them.” Sophia turned toward the glass wall overlooking the office floor.

He had asked Ann and Laura to bring Katherine to a night club. "A night club?" She asked in a shocked tone. "I don't think I'm the right person to accompany you guys to a night club." She said shaking her head nervously. "Come on, Kathy. Don't be a kill joy. Please come with us. Hudson, Noah and Mike will be there to look after us. Please please say yes. And it's Ann's birthday after all?" Laura intertwined bothher hands in front of Katherine with a pleading look. "Alright.." She hesitated a lot before agreeing to her crazy friends' requests.

She said before leaving the house. She took a cab to the nearest club in the city. She is still not used to city life and she doesn’t want them to get lost. She drank and enjoyed dancing with people around, there were some guys who had tried to get closer to them but she was able to stop them either with a fierce look, bitchy attitude or just openly slapping them. She likes dancing but not guys, she actually hates them.

“What the f*ck are you then? I bet you sneaked in when no one was looking to get a free meal here, am I right?” Wendy, who was standing beside Jeffrey, chided sarcastically, “Of course he did! He’s just a loser who was kicked out from our family, how could he possibly be a member here? He definitely sneaked in here like a pathetic loser he always is!” Then, she glared at Charlie and groaned, “Charlie, you’ve come to the wrong place today! This is the Moore family’s newly opened high-end Glorious Club and today is its soft launch. The invited guests are all prominent figures in the city. How dare you sneak in here and create trouble! Aren’t you afraid that the security guards are going to dra

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There was something about his presence that felt strangely intimidating. “Send me your address,” he continued. “I’ll pick you up tonight.” “For what?” “Clubbing.” I stared at him. “You need to release some of that tension,” he added. I was about to say I don’t go clubbing. But the words stopped halfway. Maybe he was right. Everything inside me felt like it was about to explode. “Pick me up from here,” I said instead. “I still have work to do.” “Alright, weirdo,” he said with a grin. “See you tonight.”

I slapped Abel with almost all my strength, and his cheeks instantly turned red and swollen. His face was full of disbelief as he said, "Aspen Larkins, are you crazy? How dare you hit me!" I glanced at my own reddened hand and let out a cold chuckle. "You were the one who raised your hand first. Now, you're upset with me? "I am the eldest daughter of the Larkin family. Do you think you can humiliate me however you like?"

It didn’t arrive fully formed one morning while I was in the garden — it built itself the way real things build themselves, in pieces, some days adding something and some days just sitting with what was already there and deciding if it was right. Kendrick and I talked every few days. He had opinions, which was why he was useful — not the agreeable kind of opinions that just reflected what you’d already said back at you, but the ones that pushed on the edges and asked whether the structure was sound. He pushed on the advocacy angle first, said it needed to be specific rather than general, that better support for pregnancy loss was a feeling not a strategy and feelings didn’t move funding. He

"Your assistant told mine." "I know," she said. "I let him." Something moved through his eyes. She turned toward the building entrance before he could speak. "Inside," she said. "We're not doing this on a pavement." She had chosen a members' club neither of them frequented — neutral ground, no familiar faces, the kind of place that understood discretion as a primary service. A quiet room near the back. Low lighting. A table in the corner that put a wall behind her and a clear sightline to the door.