4 Clock Club Novels & Stories

“How about I make you a triple?” I nod. “How about it.” I walk toward the backroom. “And keep them coming.” An hour later, I’m greeting men at the door and I’m on my fourth drink. These things are like rocket fuel and I need to stop soon if I plan to drive in eight hours. “Hello, welcome to Club Exotic.” I smile as the men all start to file in. It’s a busy night and I can hardly keep up with the large groups of men arriving.

>>><<< It was suspiciously nighttime, I could tell since my whole room was incredibly dark and I could barely see through the dark except my wide open window. Letting out a groan, I struggled to stand on my feet before weakly staggering to the walls. My hands caressed the hard concrete until I finally discovered the switch, and I turned on the lights. My eyes anxiously glimpse at the wall large clock and it was "6:50" PM. Shit! I have to quickly take my bath and get properly decked out. I have a show to display at the clubhouse tonight, and I know a lot of people would be waiting for me.

It hurt more than I wanted to admit. After a few minutes, I caught him glancing down at his watch, his brow furrowing as if he couldn't wait to be somewhere else. The longing in his eyes was gone, replaced by a distance that felt as cold as the marble floors beneath my feet. I missed that Alex—the one who looked at me like I was the only person in the room. "Three months," Madam Gray announced, breaking into my thoughts. "That should be enough time to prepare, yes?"

She placed her palm over her mouth and broke into silent sobs. It was six in the morning. It was time to close the club. Levi stood at the gallery as he saw the employees of the club cleaning and shutting down everything after each patron was gone. The sun had risen hence the club had closed. It will open again at eight at the night – that is how it works every day.

“You want to come?” Say yes, Sky screamed. Say YES or we’re fighting. I hesitated. Still. Thinking. Before I could answer— “She’s coming,” Chloe cut in happily. I turned to glare at her. Klaus grinned. “Really?” he said. “Didn’t take you for a club girl, Mira.” I didn’t answer. Just looked away. “What club?” I asked instead. “Club 484,” he said. “You know it?” Chloe nodded quickly. “She’ll be there,” she said. “Actually, we’ll both be there. Or am I not invited?”

Alex waited approximately around 10 minutes before the enigmatic Adam Moreno Navarro came to the private room of this high-end gentlemen's club establishment. By members only, and the senior members vetted each new member. A challenging and competitive entrance system, which made this club called 'The Finest Hour,' had a massive success among the elites.

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Her connection with the Royal Duke was everywhere talked over, and exclaimed at, her chapters and her person extravagantly extolled, even Mrs Andromeda, who was not bookish, was able to repeat two or three consecutive lines of Half Breed. Patrick, as might be supposed, was not much interested in her ladyship. He had thrown off his cough, seemed to be in good health, and had only two things to vex him. The first, that Clements could not be prevailed upon to consent to his wedding date being fixed, the second, that not even Mr Fritzwa would put his name up for membership to the Four House Club. This select gathering of all the best whips met the first and third Thursdays in May and June in Cav

My club is the perfect place for this. People come and go all the time—music, drinks, crowds. No one pays attention to who walks in or out. Which means Dave Carter can arrive, and we can make sure no one remembers he was ever there.We turn toward my club, the evening already folding into darkness. The glow of streetlights spreads across the road as the city shifts from day into evening. I glance at the time on my watch. 6:42 p.m. Later than I expected. If I don’t finish this quickly, getting to the mountain before nightfall will be impossible.

Why? Not really sure what to say. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the hall of wherever he had brought me, sucking in a sharp exhale as I did. His words wrapped around me as I walked, but I pushed them out of my mind as I tried to navigate my way out of the building he had brought me to. I realized with just a few things I saw that it was Midnight Club, a popular clubhouse that serves as a bar, hotel, and club all three in one, and it was mostly frequented by bikers, racers, and all sorts of hooligans.