Novel & Cerita Too Sweet Bullet Club

I turned around, and Kenna stood in the middle of hall, with a small group of her cheerleaders. “You think a little kiss could make you entitled to my man.” Confusion appeared on my face. Everyone in the hall turned to me, and soon enough, the whispers filled the hall. “What are you talking about, Kenna?” My voice shook, as my mind raced. How did she know? Kenna laughed, “I know everything, Blob Alyson. The fact that a fat, disgusting wretch like you thinks that she can stand besides Leon is hilarious. You can’t even cheer him up because you are too big.”

The location was at some high-end club. During the event, the boss cheerily said that he wanted to help everyone have some fun. Soon, a group of sexily dressed girls flooded the room. The girls of high-end clubs would be better than those from a regular club. Any of them looked like they could be web influencers. The men's eyes at the table lit up at once, staring hungrily at all these girls. One of these girls smiled teasingly and sat next to Kevan. She literally melted onto Kevan like she had no bones, and her hands began to rub all over him.

Winona, sensing the awkward atmosphere, let out an awkward laugh and extended her hand toward me. "Hi, you're Julia, right? I'm Winona," she said, her voice overly cheerful. "Don't get the wrong idea. Heath didn't tell you the truth because he didn't want you to misunderstand. We're just friends now." Looking at her pale, delicate hand, a wave of disgust hit me, and I felt the familiar sensation of nausea rise in my throat. The foul memories of that night resurfaced like a sharp sting, and I could almost smell it again, the revolting odor that filled my senses.

I told him and he turned to look at me with a smile on his face, turning down his music and settling down on a chair he sipped his wine like a royal. "Russeli you are here, come join me..." He raised his glass and scoffed. "The thing is, there is no joy when others are not happy with you because you pushed them away with your greed, just to be the first." I shrugged. "I discovered you have turned Mr Malcolm down by terminating the contract you both have and also disbanding his team."

I wasn't sure who it was but somebody around here knew a biker club and next thing we knew these scary men and women were riding on motorcycles and taking residence in our town. They wore sleeveless jackets with lots of different color patches in the front and a logo on the back that was meant to scare everybody and called themselves The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club.

both mine and my older brother Sebastian's life was already fucking decided. Mom and sweet little Jenny's smile was my only hope....a light in the darkness for my already set to be condemned soul... But they were ripped off from me.....without any bell..warnings.... Their blood had formed a pool, a bullet's hole stuck through momma's forehead, her usual sparkling eyes were blank and cold, they both bled to their death before my eyes, I was ten and could only watch the life drain out of them helplessly... All because of a fucking god damned betrayal from a greedy traitor....

“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t think I can believe Tyler is not exactly a bad person. I did tell you about the girl he bullied until she had to leave Edwin and Co. right?” “Yeah, but aren’t you being a bit biased here? The BBC bullied her and Heather happens to be a member of this same Bad Boys Club so technically they all share the blame. And don’t forget you told me that Heather is not exactly who I think she is, so think of Tyler that same way.”

The sharp cracks echoed through the club, silencing the once—booming music and replacing it with panicked screams and chaos. His eyes shifted to Sabine, in the middle of the frantic crowd—Leonard took precise aim and fired. The bullet tore through the air, striking her head in an instant. She crumbled to the ground as the crowd dissolved into utter pandemonium. Then Leonard scooped Chateau's limp body into his arms, carrying her out of the club. He gently placed her inside the car, fastening the seatbelt with care. Just as he was about to close the door, she grasped his hand in unpatient move, her touch stopping him cold.

he said in broken English. The moment he placed his hand on my hip, a bullet out of nowhere pierced his head. Everyone screamed at the sound of the gunshot. I began breathing too fast at the sight of his blood. "It's Bloodbath!" someone screamed at the top of their voice. Everyone began fleeing the club like it was the Grim Reaper who had arrived. The music stopped. Some fell while running, stepping on each other just so they could exit the club. I was still breathing too fast, staring at the lifeless body on the floor.

Not ever. I pull over, grabbin' my phone, my hands tremblin'. There has to be somethin'—anythin'. Wesley has to have a backup plan. Some place he forwards his sick customers to now that his precious club is a pile of ash. I scroll through my contacts, mindlessly searching until a number catches my eye. Sweetness. I look at the name, who is Sweetness? I click it and see a unsent message. For details about dancers, women and the club. Sweetness is the one to call.