Novel & Cerita The Losers Club

The deal had not succeeded. I knew what happened to that kind of debt when the premise it was built on collapsed. I had watched it happen to other people. I had been, in some of those cases, one of the forces that made it happen. Not maliciously. Not carelessly. The market was the market. People lost everything. I looked at the date of Daniel Thorne's death. Then I looked at the date I had signed off on the final terms. Forty-eight hours. I set the file down.

She shouted to the bar attainder, can I have 2 shots of tequila, sure he replied back loudly, I looked around and saw a group of people laughing and taking pictures, Amelia here, takes this, it will lighten your mood, I took it in one gulp at once, I’m a light drinker so one shot will do for me, Emily drag me do the dance floor and we started dancing and having fun. I and Andrea walked into the club, Andrea has been my best friend for when I could remember. Ezra come on, let's go, people were dancing, and even though the music is loud I could still hear what people are saying, “No one has to know” a random girl said, “we should head home now before my girl comes, she doesn't know I like boys

I like to read and I am of the first ones to pick up the press in that short period, but precisely that day I did not do it because I was answering questions about Leonidas, taking my cell phone to the table to be on the lookout for any call or message regarding his wife's health. "Infraganti! One more time: the Urdaneta family in the middle of the eye of the hurricane," said one of my co-workers, who was the head of the Cleaning Department, in a loud voice, emulating the old announcers of the FM radios that were heard in the old days in our city. "This family is controversial," she added. "Now they come and catch one of the nephews. In Andorra, oh Gosh! And of course, this is not surprising

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.

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.

"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

Billie Eilish, SZA, Olivia Rodrigo, all the artists who understood what it felt like to love someone who didn’t love you back the same way. “I love you, I’m sorry” played softly through my speakers. I pulled up the hidden folder on my phone. The one I should have deleted years ago. Us in his old Astoria apartment kitchen, making faces at the camera. Him shirtless, me in his t-shirt, both laughing at something I couldn’t remember anymore. Him sleeping, peaceful, one arm stretched toward where I’d been lying next to him. Me on his lap on the couch, his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder, both of us watching something on TV.

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.

When I looked up, Zara's sly smile made me shiver. Suddenly, the bedspread beneath me ripped right where I sat. Everyone gasped. I slipped off the bed and hit my head against the wall. My forehead throbbed, and my elbow burned. Zara, tears streaking down her face, pointed at the ripped bedspread. "It's fine if you don't want to bless us. But tearing the bedspread? Are you trying to ruin our wedding night?" The sycophants around us jumped in. "She obviously did it on purpose! Breaking the bedspread on the first night is terrible luck for the couple. She's so evil!"