18+ Club Novels & Stories

Chase rested his back on the couch in his bedroom, twirling a glass of scotch in his hands while his eyes narrowed in on his alarm clock that sat on the bedside table as the time struck twelve midnights. It was his birthday. His thirtieth birthday. The only day he was allowed to do anything of his choice when he was still under his uncle's training. On the tenth of December every year, he was always rewarded for being a good and obedient nephew by being given the freedom to spend his day any way he wanted it. Those were the times he enjoyed spending it with his mother and sister. But on his sixteenth birthday, his uncle changed that. Chase could still remember it clearly. His uncle took him

I don't know what I think about that. I would never want anything bad to ever happen to her, so it does make me uneasy knowing that she lives so close to a place like that. "She'll be ok." Kenji remarks. "What are the chances that she would even be able to find the club or for others from the club to find her? It's an exclusive club, and the last time I checked, twelve-year-olds weren't welcome. Like seriously bro. How can a fight club keep up its appearance if they let kids fight?" Kenji remarks.

Piper says. We get showered and changed and around ten o’clock, we meet to go out together. I haven’t been to a lot of clubs in my life. There aren’t any close enough to our pack and having just turned eighteen, my parents were adamant about not going. The Wolf’s Den is obviously owned by a wolfpack. When we arrive, the place is filled with shifters. The music is thumping and lights flash on a dance floor covered with people dancing and sweating on each other.

“Listen, Auggie. Dying is a serious thing. When someone dies, they can’t come back. They can’t see their family anymore. Do you want to be all alone forever? Even Nora won’t be there because she will be too busy being Alpha.” “Oh…” Augustus looked horrified. Thankfully, the twin were too attached to each other to even think about living alone. “And Nora,” I added, turning to her with narrowed eyes, “sex is something grown-ups do when they love each other. But there’s a right age, and that is eighteen.” “But Uncle Rome said—” “Uncle Rome was wrong,” Dante cut in firmly. “And I’m passing a new rule today. From now on, the legal age of consent in this pack is eighteen.”

Piper says. We get showered and changed and around ten o’clock, we meet to go out together. I haven’t been to a lot of clubs in my life. There aren’t any close enough to our pack and having just turned eighteen, my parents were adamant about not going. The Wolf’s Den is obviously owned by a wolfpack. When we arrive, the place is filled with shifters. The music is thumping and lights flash on a dance floor covered with people dancing and sweating on each other.

When he took charge, he rose to the occasion like a true Delta, and I felt proud as fuck to have him by my side. We finally pulled up at the club. Rashaad quickly found a parking spot in the front of the building. Angel's enchanting scent hit me as soon as we stepped out of the car, intensifying with every stride towards the entrance. I felt Quinn's excitement as he pushed to the front of my mind. I scanned the area for her as we settled into our usual booth, ordering a round of beer. With the club being exclusively for werewolves, the drinking age was set at eighteen, reflecting our heightened tolerance compared to humans.

Sex clubs are venues that are open to the public, have a reserved entry specifically for members, or are invitation-only. Nero "So the sex club we're going to is out of the city?" "Just about, it's currently run by my youngest, Constantine." "Right, by youngest you mean?..." I laughed and told her that for a hundred-year-old vampire, he's considered young.

"Alright then" • "So,here we are!"She yelled as we got in from of a big building, Bubbling with life, I stared at it weirdly. "We are going in there?"I asked and she nodded. "Of course,This is a club" "Hmmhmm"I mumbled before getting down the car, Wr both walked in and met two securities in front of the bar. They collected our identity and made sure they checked we are over eighteen before letting us in, The inside's worst, Filled with sweaty bodies of ladies trying to grab the attention of men.

“Tom, you’ll drive me to Temptations by 11pm tonight.” He turned back, surprise all over his face. “What?” I gave him a stern look, my tits still heaving from how worked up I was. Temptations is that strip club where everything goes down raw. It’s worse than Sodom and Gomorrah in there girls dancing naked, hands all over bodies, live sex shows on stage, orgies in the back rooms, people fucking right in front of everyone, cum and moans everywhere. Strictly 21+ and no limits.

Janet must have money if she rented an entire club and even have security just for her eighteenth birthday. We stride inside the club, and it’s bubbling with music and screams. A few people are jumping on the dancing floors, bodies sliding against each other as the earth shakes beneath my feet. The room is covered in blue lights and some pastel ones coming from the DJ, but it’s not that hard to sight someone in here.