The Suicide Club Book Novels & Stories

Maya sat on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit safe house, spinning the stem of a whiskey glass between her fingers. The amber liquid didn’t move, but her mind was a maelstrom. No matter how often she repeated the plan inside her head, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. The Dante Club. A fortress that is hidden in plain sight. Not just an infiltration mission — a suicide mission.

And the only question on my mind was: “What the hell just happened?” N.B: This is book 5 of The Dark Council Series. The first book is called The Vampire's Bride and the second is called The Incubus's Secretary. Both these books have been published and are available on A****n. A different version of The Incubus's Secretary is present here, called The Incubus and His Secretary. Book 3 and 4 are still WIP and I'm not focusing on them at the moment. Hope you enjoy and please do check out my published books to know more about the series.

They all park, get off their bikes and head into the club. Once Jess is inside her jaw literally drops. She is shocked out of her mind. Even though she has lived the life she's never been in a biker club like this. Her eyes dart all over the place trying to take it all in. She'd heard stories about these kind of clubs. But never actually been to one like this before. To be honest she wasn't sure if they existed. "Fuck me." She whispered. "Soon." Axel whispered in her ear and grinned. "He'll no!" Jess replied.

*Chapter 5: Hot Man in a White Armani Suit* Sunshine POV I came to the club to forget my boyfriend's infidelity—to lose myself in the music and forget the pain. But no matter how hard I try to lose myself in the music, the memory of his betrayal only grows more intense until it feels like it is crushing me.

Because safety and security, while important and necessary in many ways, are the death of passion. That's why the Weekend Club works so well. It allows couples to keep their safety and security while also experiencing the tension and fear of new passion. "You would get bored," I say after a long moment. "And it would be all the worse because you hadn't expected it. And then you'd leave me, and I'd be heartbroken in a way from which I could never recover."

He towered over most people. But right now? He looked small. He looked like a student waiting for punishment in front of the principal. “Do you know why this club exists, Frank?” His voice was barely steady. “To make money… and run business.” “No.” I shook my head slightly. “This club exists because it’s the safest place for my operations.” I gestured lazily towards the floor. “Music. Women. Alcohol.” My lips curved faintly. “They are the perfect distractions.” I dusted his shirt. “But when enemies walk through my door asking for me… the illusion breaks.”

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Then after moving past them, it all started to sink in, the music, the smoke, the annoying lights that make me dizzy, the image of girls dressed in seductive outfits, swaying their bodies to the music whilst a few are busy looking for an available one night stand, or someone to pin their pregnancy on. This is why I hate going to a club, makes me feel like a cheap whore, whose life is messy and sad and with this, I mean no offense to anyone, it's just my personal opinion. "I still can't believe I agreed to this. How the hell did you convince me?" I hiss sharply at Martin who seems less concerned about my ranting. "This is why you're already an old lady at age 26, you just can't see the good i

“Welcome back to the Lunatic’s Club, my man.” “I’m no lunatic anymore, lunatics,” Phoenix replied with a grin, accepting the cupcake and taking a bite. “This tastes good. Thanks, buddy.” Atticus chuckled softly. Oh, right. There were two clubs in Bachelor’s Village—the Bachelor Men’s Club, for those who were married or about to get married, and the Lunatic’s Club, for singles without love lives. “Welcome back, Atticus,” Leo greeted, handing her a tulip. “Good to see you again.”

I sit behind his desk and think over all that has happened. I have so many questions. They found a dead body inside the club just before the firefighters went in to put out the fire. A woman was killed in the stampede leaving the building. Can you imagine? Then there was the fire. I don't know anything about how it started or who started it. It had to be arson. Couple that with the lights going out, and the doors being sabotaged...god, the ominous feeling I had this morning was spot on.