Thursday Murders Club 4 Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 The bass of the music thumped against the floor, vibrating through the club like a heartbeat, setting the tempo for a night full of anticipation. Lights swirled over the crowd in waves of purple and gold, cutting through the haze of smoke and chatter. Sophia adjusted her apron for the hundredth time, trying to ground herself in routine. But she couldn’t ignore the way her chest tightened every time one of the four men moved, laughed, or simply glanced in her direction.

It had taken much more than a new coat of paint and new front door. He had completely gutted the place and practically built it new from the floor up. Then all the business that he had gotten had come from the morbid horror chasers and those who are obsessed with true crime. He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood.

So, I made my men watch over the residence, just in case she tried, I would know. Valerie Thorne’s POV: Half a month later… The night felt heavy as I made my way to the club Raven had decided on for the meeting. It was my first time at such a place, especially when I was here for something like an underworld business meeting. My heart raced as I walked inside. The club was too fancy as I glanced around. Golden lights sparkled above our heads, and red velvet chairs lined the tables. It was beautiful and expensive, but fake. This didn’t feel like a place of joy, but a battlefield made of silk and champagne.

Apparently, this dude suddenly became my cellmate, then when I sneaked he was sleeping, and while I was outside, he came leading the way pretending to do whatever shits. He showed me the way out but doesn't want to go out anymore. I scoffed. “I thought you said you wanted some pussy and come to snuff? How come you are backing down now?” He drew in a deep breath and had his eyes squinted. “Today is THURSDAY.” My lips twitched. “How does that relate to our conversations?” “My whore will be at the club, sourcing for clients,” he pouted. “You can actually go to the club and be her client,” I suggested.

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “BLAGAG! I fell from my bed and woke up while the question that I heard in my head slowly disappeared when I woke up. I am inside my room because I fell on the floor near my window. My back hurts and my hips too. I gently massage it to ease the pain from falling. I can still feel the coldness of my room because the aircon is still on. I suddenly remembered what happened last night. I don’t know if it is just my dream or it is real. I looked at my hands to see if I had blood stains but the good thing is that I don’t have any. I looked at my clothes and it is still the same; No bloodstains on it. I know it is just

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

I watched as he opened the door and walked out of it. He stopped at the garage and saw his driver waiting. He hopped in the backseat as the man started the engine and drove off. ******** Deucalion was in his lounge room eating his breakfast when he heard something that managed to draw his attention to the television. The news showed Thurlow murdered in cold blood in his highly secured apartment. Judging from the stab wounds on his body, the police stated that it was a crime of passion and seeing as he didn't leave any trace behind, it was clear that it was done by an expert. The killer left a message clearly written with Thurlow's blood on the crystal clear window and it read. "I'm coming fo

When Lauren’s new friend, Vivian, invites her to a club she thinks will be a typical nightclub. But as she steps inside, she realizes it's a sex club. Her Thursday night takes a steamy turn that she never could have imagined. With a few cocktails down her throat, she lets her delirious urges cloud her mind, and soon she begins to crave sexual fantasies that she never thought she would. #SteamyNight #SexClubExperience #UnexpectedDesires #EroticFantasy #NightclubSurprise #ThursdayNightThrills #DeliriousUrges #AlexanderAndLauren #SexualAwakening #FantasyFulfilled

The apartment door remained open. Rain drifted through the hallway in the cool morning air. James turned the brass pocket watch over in his hand. No engraving. No manufacturer’s mark. Just worn brass… …and frozen hands pointing to 4:17. Charlotte unfolded the note again. The Fourth Door opens at 4:17. Don’t be late. She read it twice. Then a third time. “It doesn’t say morning.” Darrien looked at the wall clock. “It doesn’t have to.”