The Losers Club Novels & Stories

"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.

“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.

They know what I’m talking about. “They are members, not your enemies. Or at least they were until they both lost their damn minds because you all lied to them! But. I understand why you did it, but it stops. Can you honestly say you can afford to lose to great legacy members of this club? Because if I know anything about our family is that when we lose one, we all feel it and you will lose three.” I say, and my mom gasps when I feel James and Johnny touch my shoulders in a show of solidarity. “You were born like them into the club life. You walk away, then you will be …”

Outside, danger still lurked. Alejandro, standing nearby, crossed his arms. “This is touching, really. But we need to move. The people who run this place are not going to let us walk out unchallenged.” Tomiwa, ever alert, nodded. “We’ve made too much noise already. Someone will come looking.” A scream rang out from deeper inside the club, followed by the unmistakable clatter of metal against concrete. The underground fight house was waking up to the fact that they had just lost one of their prized fighters—Luciana.

The women who worked at the club immediately went to their rooms after receiving orders from Lorensius. "How did you get here?" Brian asked with a narrowed eye. "None of your business. Where is your responsibility to protect Jasmine? I had to step in as a result," Mike sneered. A few scattered tables and broken glasses made a mess of the club. Don't ask if Lorensius lost or not. After the past few weeks, Lorensius had always lost money due to Jackson's actions, and today was the worst. Now Lorensius could only surrender. Jasmine and Anya went downstairs to see what was going on at the club. Sadly, they both felt sad to see their house destroyed. It was their home to earn money, and if it was

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.

I whispered at her in the portrait, feeling some sense of hope in my bones that I would be able to find her again. The sun came up and it was time to fulfil my duty again. I showed my face to The Council in the throne room where we gathered to discuss the issues and concerns of the kingdom. The Council was made up of pack leaders or Alphas and Lunas from the most prestigious packs in the Kingdom, elders, seers, and any other important people. The throne was always empty for the past four years but the seats next to it on either side were occupied by Beta Caden, my cousin and second in line to the throne, and Omega Leo, my uncle and third in line to the throne. The Sentinels stood watched at

When I stepped outside, however, only the bodyguards' car waited at the gate. "Nick, something came up on my side," she said over the phone. "You go ahead. I'll be there soon." I did not expect anything from her. Without hope, there was nothing left to disappoint me. The deep winter wind cut across my face like a blade. I felt no pain, just as I felt nothing for Gwyneth. Disappointment led to despair, and despair left nothing behind that could hurt me. The car stopped in front of a private club. I frowned but stepped out anyway.

He lost all of his endorsements, and his fanbase literally disappeared overnight. I was friends with some of his fans. In the past, we used to work hard and advocate for Mitchell's success. They knew how much effort I'd put in to bring Mitchell to where he was. One of these fans sent me a text message that read, "I feel honored to have walked a similar path as you. We'll be going our separate ways on our new paths now. I wish you all the best for your future." She then released even more dirt on Mitchell, sending him straight to the depths of hell and giving him no chance to redeem himself.

It read: “Does this look familiar? I bet it does. It kinda reminds me of you back at the club when you decided to whore yourself out like the slut that you are. Don't ever forget.” The club. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as I struggled to hold back the rising bile. My throat convulsed as I swallowed hard, trying desperately to keep from throwing up. Another gag bubbled up, accompanied by a pained whimper. Of course, I remember the club because that was the night that my best friend decided to drug me and had the whole thing on video.