The Losers Club Novels & Stories

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!"

"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

“What’s the beef with this Hanson guy?” “He put Kelley in the hospital when we were seventeen, beat him up with a baseball bat, three on one. It was the same night they took Marella.” Lee’s voice had lowered at the end, his anger once again flaring up. “One fight seems a bit excessive to go to these extremes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for justice being served but you’re planning on ruining his life.” Connor looked doubtful. “They’re all part of The Club, the playhouses, they all play together. Charles Alexander, the Chadney’s, the Holt’s, the Blackwell’s and the Goodwin’s. Ernesto’s a part of it too and we’re not sure who else joins them.”

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

"Those who failed, I hope shame is enough punishment for failing to resist the temptation. To those who won, congratulations because you will be given five VIP tickets in this club." None of us were even in the mood to clap or celebrate, we just wanted to go home. But for me, I was eagerly waiting for something to happen. "Good night, ex-couples. See you tomorrow for a new activity." We were ushered outside the club. Sam, Leticia, Paul, Patty, Allison downed a drink each before leaving. By this time, I noticed that the cameras were off and probably the mics as well. And they did the right thing because Mark, Patty, Sam, Leticia, Alice, Paul and Ethan and Allison all started bickering with ea

I'm pretty sure with all these people in my head, I now know why I lose arguments with myself. - Me The club was founded by two army buddies, Pops and Killer. Killer had two sons – Sinner and Brute. Sinner had a daughter and two sons with his wife, Lilly. Sinner, Lilly and both boys are killed by the Brotherhood along with others and cause the Club to go straight. Brute has two sons, Knuckles and Scrapper, and takes in Taz after her parents’ death.

Gabby's day goes from bad to worse when she loses her job, catches her boyfriend cheating, and has her car repossessed. She seeks solace in a club where she meets Lance, is a mysterious man who offers her a A chance to forget her troubles. *********************** The bass thumped through the club, a relentless pulse mirroring the chaos in Gabby’s chest. Neon lights strobed across her face, casting her features in jagged, unnatural hues. She moved on the dance floor with abandon, her body a blur of frustration and desperation.

King’s Lair A sex club only for the elite. King’s Lair is where members from high society unleash their wildest fantasies. The club’s members are carefully selected—only those at the top can enter. From filthy rich businessmen and famous celebrities to corrupt politicians, it was a place for people who maintained a spotless public reputation but hid dark, carnal secrets.

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.”

****** Moonlight dancing group got home very late after the party, so they had to spend the night at Kate's house. Then the following morning, happily they all had their breakfast, chit-chat with each other and after that, they all agreed to go for a better job and never to talk about the dancing group anymore. The four boys left Cindy and Kate in the house and when the house became boring to them they prepared to go out. Kate suggested that they should go shopping and Cindy accepted. Kate choose the best shopping mall and she didn't tell Cindy the exact shopping centre they were going to, till they got there.