Thursday Murders Club 4 Novels & Stories

Just like before—In every life, whenever I argued with him over Natasha, he'd threaten to leave me. I stood frozen, watching his back disappear through the door. Could it be… he'd been reborn too?

he mentioned casually and I frowned. “Care to elaborate?” My words more like a demand than a question. “Remember I mentioned weeks ago, that Flanagan’s secret club started to get more people?” He held my gaze as he waited for my reply, as soon as he noticed I wasn’t responding, he continued. “Well, the club’s name is ‘The Revenge Club’ and she just joined it last night, I am, of course, part of it.” What the hell does Roanne want in a club like… oh, Sebastian. I noticed she was wearing a piece of fabric around her neck and it covered the bruises left by that asshole. She wanted revenge from him, and Violet loves the drama.

“Not just names. Not jokes. Who are you when the badges fall off and the doors close? What is the pack that took me? What do you expect from me?” They swallowed. Maddox opened his mouth - charm on queue - but Calder’s hand, massive and warm, slapped down on his knee and his grin shut. A single motion, simple as a goddamn leash. The bartender pretended not to listen. The regulars looked away, drawn into their own conversations. But the four of them - my four - couldn’t look anywhere but me. I could see the calculations sliding behind their eyes. Protect her? Claim her? Hide her? Use her? Kill her? They were sorting the possibilities like cards, and I was watching the back of their hands.

And those orders echoed like thunder. --- That Night – Beneath the City The vault room was cold. Silent. Three stories underground, hidden beneath one of Dominic’s oldest clubs. Only three people alive knew it existed. He sat at the head of a black marble table, fingers steepled, drink untouched. Before him: a wall of glowing screens — street cams, security footage, satellite links. His empire, pulsing in real time. “Play the footage from Tuesday,” he said, voice like glass over steel. “Docks. 4:20 a.m.”

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

Scarlett's POV. The clubhouse on a Thursday night had its own particular rhythm. Not as loud as the weekends, not as sparse as a Tuesday. Thursday sat comfortably in the middle — enough people to keep the energy alive, few enough that you could actually hear the person across the bar without leaning in. The music was lower than usual tonight, one of the bartenders having turned it down an increment when no one was looking, and nobody had turned it back up yet which meant either nobody had noticed or nobody cared.

“It’s not considered an evil club, but they get involved in some unusual things and it’s quite strange. The club has never interacted with us, so why would they come looking for you, Sergeant Larson?” Upon hearing Joe’s explanation, Zayn began to understand the Medusa Dames better. He shook his head and said, “I don’t know why either.” Zayn paused for a moment before asking, “Cyrene mentioned big four clubs. What are they?” Zayn looked at Joe so he would not miss his expression. If the Medusa Dames existed, the big four clubs Cyrene mentioned must also have been real. Moreover, these clubs were not as simple as they seemed.

Luther stepped out without another word. In the backseat of the sleek black car, he pulled the photo out one last time, pressing it to his chest like a talisman before slipping the wallet away. The window rolled down at a tap. Micha, his second-in-command, slid in with a respectful dip of his head and passed over a stack of surveillance shots. "This is the Red Club. Thompson hits it every Saturday, picks a girl, indulges." Micha's voice stayed low as the car pulled away. Luther flipped through the images until one froze his hand. In the background of a crowded table shot, a woman sat apart, hood up, black mask concealing everything but her eyes. Those eyes. Something ancient stirred in his b

"Ok, we've got an opening at two o'clock on Thursday." "The day after tomorrow?" "Oh no, the Thursday after next. What's your name again, Chloe something?" "Chloe Harris. Is that the only time-" "Harris?" She interrupted, obviously excited about something. "Yes." "As in The Mrs. Jonathon Harris?" "Er, yes. Did Mr. McCorkle call ahead or something?" Chloe thought that was nice of him. "Huh? Oh no, why would he do that?" Kelly asked as if he would have rather moved to Chicago and joined the Polar Bear Club. "Can you come down now?"

Alvara's Point of View The club looked much the same as last time. Only a few black leather couches remained close to the walls. Bright lights bathed everything in white. No more soft lighting to set the mood. Or thrumming music to electrify the air. The dais was still there. Staring at me as if it wanted to tell me a secret. I looked over at Ozias. His face was a mask, hiding his lust from his face but other parts spoke loud and clear. His bulge twitched slightly through his pants. I gulped down my moan and focussed on what was in front of me.