The Loserz Club Novels & Stories

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."

Forester, who was busy mixing her drinks, glared at Zhenesca to stop her from teasing me. Zhenesca shook her head because Forester was always contradicting whatever she said. The three of us were having a good time at Club QyZheTer. This high-end club was located in the beautiful city of Cebu and was owned by us, hence the combination of our names. We founded the club four years ago, after my 18th birthday. Managing the club was my only hobby at times when no one wanted to talk to me in my family. I loved to mix drinks. It is either alcoholic or not. So, when my friends and I decided to build this club, I put all my effort and heart into it.

They call me the prettiest bitch in Baltimore for a reason. This back room club doesn’t have a name on the door. We just call it Lose and Get Fucked. I come here every weekend. Win big, walk out with stacks of cash. Lose… and I leave limping, sore in all the right places, body humming from being used exactly how I like. “And after I’m done,” he added, lips brushing my earlobe, “Vito and Marco take over. Any style they want.” I frowned, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “That wasn’t the deal…”

"Honey, it's my fault. I'm so clumsy. I shouldn't have touched it. I feel so bad! If it hurts the bond between you two, I-I couldn't live with it." She really was clumsy—but intentionally. She knew my parents were my weak spot. And Samuel would always side with her, no matter what. As usual, Samuel held her in his arms and whispered softly, "It was just a trinket. I don't blame you. I'll clean it up and get rid of it so you won't have to look at it anymore. Don't blame yourself." Zara looked at me, choking back tears. "But Ophelia…" "She's just a kid. A little soothing, and she'll forget about it."

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.

PLease look forward to the sequel of "Who's the Loser now?" With Gratitude and Regards, JDHWS

"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.

“You know what your problem is? You’ve been living inside your own head for three years. Jared, work, Lara’s drama, repeat. You’ve forgotten you’re allowed to want things.” “That’s very insightful.” “I know.” He was completely serious. “Come out Friday. There’s a rooftop event — Eleven Madison, private. Good people, good music. No ties required.” He pointed at me. “Literally. No tie.” “I’m not in the mood for a social event.”

The pain in my chest tightens with every snicker, every cruel laugh. “That’s enough! You’re weak, unworthy. You will never be my Luna. This pack deserves better.” His words slice through me like a knife- “I reject you, Tisha, as my mate and future Luna.” Laughter fills the hallway. So hollow, so cruel. My heart shatters as our bound snaps the remnant of what’s left of me bare for the world to see. The hallow void left drowning every Pain hitting me like a tidal wave, ripping through every part of me. My vision spins and my legs give out leaving Kimberly to hold my weight as I crumble.