Romans & histoires 18+ Club

Velkan tells me, as if I hadn't found them reaching out. "Let's see, shoot," I answer. "Well," he says a bit hesitantly, but he looks me in the eye with a twisted smile, "it's that you spend so much time working here, and we think you'd want to go out to a club." "Know one close by, it's called Scarlet Moon, it's for teenagers, you're going to love it," Kayra adds with a smile, as she puts her arm around her shoulders. "Teen club, don't mess me," I reply and snort, "there's no such thing and I don't have a fake ID."

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

Stella shrieks as she sees us approaching We head out to the parking lot and I get into a car with Stella and Emily behind the wheels and Chris goes alone with his car and so does Liam. "Where are we headed?" I ask Stella 'cos I just know she's the one behind it "A new club, just launched two days ago. It's fantastic" She cheers happily "Of course" I nod and and all our faces are plastered with wide, happy grins. ~∆~ "We're finally out of college, Cheers" I yell over the loud music and we all clink glasses I'm having a coke though, for two reasons I'm technically not old enough to drink..I've got a year to go

“Sounds like a sleazy strip club.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a strip club. It’s a social sex club.” I stared at her, wide-eyed. “A what?” “You heard me.” She tossed back the last of her wine and set the glass down like she was sealing a deal. “It’s classy, exclusive, and the best part? Everyone there is horny and dtf.” I hesitated, picking at the seam of my leggings. “I don’t know…” Blair wasn’t having it. “Babe. It’s your twenty-first birthday. You’re officially in your wild era.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing while looking at his face. Seriously? He really thinks I'm still underage? I'm 5 '5 "tall and my body is in good shape. I'm pretty as well. I just turned eighteen 2 months ago but I didn't look like a child at all. One could mistake that I'm already 19 and above just by the shape of my body. Do I look like a child? I was so annoyed that I turned my back on him. I didn't answer him. It's up to him to overthink that. Come to think of it, can I even enter a club if I'm still a minor?

I responded back to Layla before she could call the cops. ME: I'm fine stop worrying he won't kill me.. well, at least. "Is that allowed?" He asked quickly as if he already expected that answer, I shook my head, "It's not but he is part of the club, I registered him last month.. which is basically last week. So it's okay.." "Club?" He questioned with a raised brow and I almost busted in laughter. I really needed to explain things further or make my sentences a bit clear. "After school club.. not some alcohol or strip club... we help kids with homework and there's a few activities they participate in if they want..."

“I thought you’d be in your early or mid-thirties, that’s all. You look handsome for your age.” Shut. Up. Emma. A small smirk curled over the ends of his lips and my attention was caught by the scar running across it. It was strangely erotic. “I’m glad that you think that, Emma. I suppose you are in your early twenties?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’m nineteen. So I guess it counts. “Yes,” I said, tucking my hair behind the ear and took a sip of the champagne, humming at the fruity burning taste. Technically, I shouldn’t be even up here in a suite. The sex club had strict over twenty-one policies but there were certain perks of being the sister of the club owner.

They grumble their affirmations and I laugh heartily at their expressions. "Another thing quit calling me Luna. Just Summer is alright with me. By the way, did you check the age restriction of the club we should be going to? Remember, I am only eighteen. Don't the humans restrict those under the age of twenty-one to go into clubs?" Darius responds amid chuckles. "Not in this state Luna. Sorry, I mean Summer. Eighteen is the legal age in this state. Therefore, be at ease your maj-, oh, I mean dear. Goddess, this is harder than I thought."

she asked, sadly. “It’ll never happen, did you not hear me telling you that you’re my light? Who the fuck will be better than you? An actual fucking angel?” I asked, laughing softly, “and if you didn’t realize, we’re a motorcycle club, we’re more likely to meet the devil himself rather than an angel.” I continued. “Besides, I don’t care about your age. You’re legal in the state of North Carolina and in the whole of Canada, to have sex after 16. As long as we can still fuck, I’m good.” I smirked, earning a dirty look from my girl.

“She’s not…wait, what?” Sky groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Oh my god, Charlie, could you not announce that to the entire club?” Charlie ignored her. His gaze stayed locked on Leo, steady and unflinching. “She’s seventeen. Which means this little club adventure you’re part of? Illegal. So go ahead, call the cops. Let’s see who they take first.” Leo’s face went pale. “Seventeen?” Sky rolled her eyes. “Relax. It’s not like I was—”