Too Sweet Bullet Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

He’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.

It was dark in the room, and there was only a single mood light in the corner. "They have good taste this time." Chris sounded satisfied as he spoke in a hoarse voice. Just as he was about to kiss Giselle, she suddenly kicked him in the crotch with a raised knee. His pained scream filled the entire room. It hurt so much that the lust he was feeling as a result of the drugs he'd taken was fading away slowly. Chris fell and curled up on the ground. Giselle looked down at him and heard some footsteps approaching from behind. Then, the person in charge of Paradise Club opened the door. He was a bald man named Bill Tatum, who was now sweating profusely.

I rung up the reception to get me a cab heading to the city. "Let's go clubbing" I say, ticking the option on the jotter. ****** THE CLUB was packed tonight, the heat causing my dress to cling to my body like a second skin. The disco balls lit up the dance floor in bright and flashy colors, and the dance floor was crowded with both couples and lone dancers moving in time with the beat of the music which blared from the overhead speakers. I threw back my shot of vodka, grimacing as I fetl the liquid burning as it slid down my throat. I signalled to the bartender to get me another glass.

That bullet was the only good thing that happened tonight. Through my closed eyes, the sound of Stella's sobs intensified, turning into ragged, desperate cries. It was music. My men immediately swarmed us, efficient and silent, and quickly got us into the car. The ride home felt strangely sweet, a perverse kind of paradise. Stella was pressed against me, her small hands frantic, pressing down on the bullet wound with a force that was probably useless but fiercely devoted.

“You joined one huh...” I spoke back “Yeah... Dance club.” So it was true. He was actually a dancer. Never thought he could dance. “Kai!” Another person called out his attention. We both looked on the direction of the voice and saw three boys coming our way. But they flinched as soon as they noticed me. “Alpha!” they almost spoke in unison. I smirked. “Hey....” “We were just going home with Kai.” one boy spoke. Guess his name was, Troy or something. I couldnt care less.

I say walking over to the blender and placing my cut-up fruit, ice, and milk in the machine. "Hell yeah. By the way, I got some more info on your boys club." I roll my eyes at the description she always gives the Nightmare Warriors MC. A few months ago, Inette gave me some info on the club when she was chasing down a rumor that had to do with the drug business and some business typhoon. She had told me about the guys having a shooting at the clubhouse. I was worried and decided to call Max, figuring he had kept the same number from when we broke up. He answered, told me it was nothing and hung up.

I went without hesitation, burying myself down beside the metal table that held giant liquor dispensers. I saw a small pocket just underneath it and made myself as small as a pea size, and fit myself right into it. “WHAT IN THE BULLOCKS IS GOING ON? This is my club. And I command you lads to fuck off right now.” Tommy’s voice followed, no doubt standing on the front with his old hunter’s gun. A few seconds went by before a smooth BANG! Filled the entire club. Horrified screams and whimpers followed, just before a bulk body hit the floor with a meaty thunk.

I could smell tobacco and sour alcohol from his breath, thick with the rogue scent of someone without a pack. “If you hurt my staff, I will kick you out. Don’t worry, your money will be refunded in full—with a bonus hole in your backside,” the club owner sneered. He then pulled a long shotgun from his back and cocked it with a sharp click. “Whoa. Easy, cowboy, easy,” I stammered. Seeing the shotgun, my eyes widened, and I let go of her hand. Both my hands rose in surrender as Drake hurried to stand between us to protect me. A gun like that was dangerous, especially if it was loaded with silver bullets.

Kayola turns and mutters under her breath, “Good boy” Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We are moving to the end of “Sweet Treachery but trust me when I say that there’s still more drama coming. I love you guys!

She teased me with a scrutinizing gaze and disapproaving twist of her mouth. "I'm suicidal." I watched her mouth drop as I let out those two words. She really didn't see that coming and I really wasn't expecting myself to admit to the sad truth I've been trying to deny. Those wounds weren't planned but I was happy to have them. Hoping to bleed to death and be free from all my shit. Maybe then my demons would finally let me be. Fuck my life. I'm screwed.