Does 'Last Night At The Telegraph Club' Have A Sequel?

Kristina will accidentally and unexpectedly give her cherished Dignity and Cleanliness as a woman to the young man she meets in just one night. In short, Kristina got a one-night stand with Troy Madrigal for the reason that both of them are drunk and not in the right frame of mind. But despite the accident that happened between them. It would make sense to Kristina, even she once regretted the mistake she had made why she had given herself to a young man she didn't know very well. It seemed like she just had a preference and interest in the young man after the hot event that happened to them that night. Which seemed to lead to the point that she fell in love with the young man in just an instant. Can Kristina continue her feelings for the young man, who after taking advantage will leave her alone just like a hired woman? Will she be able to love the young man when they meet again after disappearing like a bubble?

Being the least favorite and priority is a real struggle for Oleya Beautrin. She grew up still craving for her parents attention and love that they deprived her from. She grew up having the need to please everyone just so she will be enough and won't be compared to her twin anymore. But when she realized that pleasing them isn't enough for them to love her the same way as how her parents love her twin, she decided to stop and just go on with her life. She was happy. She found genuine friends that truly cares and love her. She also found the man that completed her. The man that makes her feel safe in his arms. But a tragedy happened that causes their relationship's devastation. She lost a life that broke her and her love of life. They broke up. And that's when everything started to crush her down. She begged and kneeed. She lowered her dignity a lot of times to ask for forgiveness from him. But he moved on while she was still in the dark, mourning. And the worst thing is, he is marrying her twin sister. A one night happened that will forever change their lives. She left to move on and gain herself back. And when she came back, she was ready to face the people who inflicted so much pain to her. And you know what's more? Oh. Her ex just came running back to her like nothing happened. Like he didn't called her names a lot of times. The question is, is she going to cave in and just forgive and forget? But how can she forget when someone who's extremely dear for her became a reminder about what happened that night. The reminder who is always with her.

Jenny had big dreams. She wanted to be a publisher and was thrilled to land a part time job at Labyrinth Publishing House's Ground Floor Cafe- The Maze. Seeing this as her foot in the door she's determined to get herself noticed and sets out to get to know Senior CEO Max Sanders. However, what happens when Mr Sanders steps down from being the CEO and gives it to his notorious son Cole? Jenny can't deny the sexual tension between her and Cole. But he's determined to get under her skin. Will their love-hate relationship bloom into something more after spending the night together? Or will Jenny have to rethink her dreams now that there are concequences?

The rules were simple. As a waitress at the famous and biggest Billionaire's Club in the city. Ava was given three rules. One. Do not speak to any of the billionaires that come to the club except if you're taking their orders. Two. Do not have any sexual relationship with any of the billionaires that come to the club. Three. Always put on the outfits provided for you every night. Will Ava find it hard to obey when the rich, sexy but arrogant CEO of Ivanshov Constructions, Mikhail Ivanshov grabs her attention? Book One in the Billionaire's Club Series **Author here: You can follow my Insta for updates @chimdi_jane_samuel or FB page @Chimdi Jane Samuel. Updates would be every Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.

I was treating some friends to dinner at the private club my cousin owned. When we wrapped up, I waved over a server. "Just put it on Nick's tab." The server nodded, but a manager I'd never seen stepped in to block her. Wearing a smile that never reached her eyes, she said, "Sir, Bosco is a members-only establishment. We don't offer tabs." I felt a flicker of irritation. "I'm the owner's cousin. Just let him know." She let out a sharp, mocking laugh and slapped a bill onto the table. Eighty-eight thousand. Exclusive suite atmosphere maintenance fee, ten thousand. High‑end social network filtration fee, twenty thousand. Spontaneous entertainment ambience enhancement fee, fifteen thousand. And a mess of other miscellaneous charges. Since when did Nick's place dare to bleed customers dry like this? "What's wrong? Can't pay and now you're trying to name‑drop?" She looked me up and down with an arrogant tilt of her chin. "I've seen plenty of our boss's relatives. Not one of them is as broke, pretentious, and shameless as you." Right in front of her, I dialed Nick and put the call on speaker. "Ten minutes," I said. "Make sure she disappears from my sight. Otherwise, I'm revoking your authorization for this club."

In the Valenti Family, you're born with a chip. It's fused into the bio-watch on your wrist, its digital face counting down every second you have left to live. Everyone could see the numbers ticking down on my twin sister's watch. And on mine. They all knew she would die on our 18th birthday. So Vivian became the untouchable princess of our brutal world. Every diamond-stitched gown was hers. The rarest jewels were hers. Even our father's last shred of humanity was hers. That single sliver of warmth he showed only after his gun was holstered. I used to pity her. Her time was running out. But God, I envied her. She had everything I never did: our parents' love. Then, the night of her 18th birthday party. My parents worried I'd make a scene. That I'd piss off the Don of an allied Family. So they locked me in the cellar. Damp. Cold. While a deadly fever burned through me. I pounded on the heavy oak door, my voice cracking. "Mamma, please! Let me out! I'm burning up. My head is splitting open…" Outside, my mother's voice was a steel trap. "Enough, Sienna! Today is your sister’s 18th birthday. Her last day alive! Stop the theatrics! Can't you suffer in silence for the Family's honor?" "But I'm really sick..." Her footsteps clicked away, fading into nothing. Then the darkness swallowed me whole. And on my wrist, the bio-watch was flashing a critical alert. CRITICAL ALERT: Vital signs mismatch. Paired chip data incompatible. Please verify user.