The Loserz Club Novels & Stories

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.

, whichever wife gets the other woman down—and succeeds in making her give up—is declared the Winner! "The Loser is then in total submission to the Winner for an hour. During that time, the Winner makes Loser do erotic stuff while everyone watches." Antonio searched Molly's face for a reaction. "Whew!" Molly said, dumbfounded, a look of astonishment on her pretty face. I can't believe something like that really goes on. But, then again—this is Brazil," she laughed. "It's a pretty large group," Antonio said, continuing."Most of the couples are pretty well off. Most of the wives don't work. So, I think the club is their way of giving their husbands a special type of erotic enjoyment."

LES I revved the engine of my sleek sports car as I pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind the storm brewing in the house. The purr of the engine drowned out the turmoil in my mind, focusing my thoughts on the club I was headed to – Fire-Z. Fire-Z was more than just a club; it was an experience, a sanctuary for the elite where the night came alive with pulsating beats and shimmering lights. As I approached, the neon sign bathed the street in a kaleidoscope of colors, beckoning me into its embrace.

I had many questions but decided to wait and see, besides there was nothing to be afraid of. Stepping into a room, I sighted about four guys sitting on a couch and staring into the computer. "Valerie, welcome to the losers club." Wesley introduce with a small smile on his face. "Losers club?" My brows furrowed in amusement and I stepped further into the room staring around. "And you're part of it?" "Of course." Wesley replied, plopping down on a small couch. "Hi, I'm Atlas. Welcome to the losers club." One of the guys stepped forward, stretching out his hands for me.

He felt the connection to his late parents, to the people who had worn this ring before him, and he knew that they were finally at rest. "We did it, Oliver," Christina whispered, her eyes filled with tears of joy. "No, Christina," Oliver replied, his voice a low, resonant baritone. "We just started. The empire of the losers is over. Now, we build something real." As the Connors family was led away in handcuffs, their faces masks of pure, unadulterated shame, the Grand Ballroom of the QS Holdings headquarters became a cathedral of hope. The "loser" had returned. And the world would never be the same again.

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.

Now she understood that it had all been a ridiculous scam. She had always been the clown. Her mistake was unforgivable, and she had lost everything. - I did not expect Gwyneth to appear in front of my company only a few days after liking my photo on Instagram. It was an ordinary evening after work. The sunset was beautiful, but I had no mood to appreciate it. Because I saw someone I never wanted to see again. "Nick, I finally found you." Instagram showed the city IP of each post. Since she appeared only after several days, she must have used every connection she had to locate my company.

Be punctual. Christine then turned away from him and came over to us, gently saying, "Aubrey, Aster, let's go home." Tristan looked ashen as he knelt stiffly on the floor. He knew his life was over. He would have nothing to his name now. Just like that, Tristan's life had been reduced to shambles. Shock ran through the entirety of Centuria's upper-class social circle for the next few days. Ad Astra Inc. publicly announced that Tristan had been removed from his position and that Aster would take over as the company's CEO.

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.

He had created the lot using only his code and his wits. "And now I will destroy them all," he laughed to himself. "All but Miaka." He took flight, not careing that he was leaving an earthquake in his wake. He had no care for his creations - good or bad. All he cared about at this moment in time was getting to Miaka. Maing sure she was still on track - following his grand design. He knew he was GOD. He was the god of this world he cared so little about. It was a game to him. All a game. And he would be the winner. The LOSS - Or last one still standing. It was all he cared about and all he ever would care about.