5 Am Club Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You expect me to be scared about that? If we can’t come home because you are too drunk, then we’ll sleep at the hotel next to the club. It’s as easy as that!” “Hm… okay. You seem extra excited about this though.” Amelia responded. “Why won’t I? I haven’t gone on a ladies’ night before, because I don’t have friends. But now, you’d make that happen… So, come and help me pick an outfit!” “Hmm.” Amelia bobbed and stood up from the bed and proceeded to Elena’s closet too. * The loud hip-hop music at the club filled their ears as they walked in. The dull club lights were too bright for Amelia’s eyes, so she took a moment to adjust to the lights.

The only limits in this whole club was the ones of your own imagination. But right now Amber had five hours until her shift, she was fucking drunk, celebrating her fifth year as a Goddess, and horny as hell. She clinked the shot glass back down against the golden bar and stalked towards Tio. Tio stood in the corner, eyes alert watching the crowd of riffraff in The Rainbow Room, as the VIPs were up partying on the level beneath the penthouses.

Hello readers!! This is the second novel in this one read! It's another series you will surely enjoy! Here it is! #CLUMSY_QUEEN #EPISODE_01 {Go Twitches Entertainment} {America, Malibu} Written by Addy Snoring away like a pig, Amelia turned to the other side of the bed, trying to ignore the annoying alarm on her drawer. She kicked crazily at the bedspread and groaned. Opening her eyes,she yawned and stretched then got out of bed.

Frankie: “Debt paid for now. But there’s six more of those bastards coming. When you need us, bleed a drop in any hot-spring pipe and call ‘Ohio Club.’ We’ll come running.” He and the boys fade into cigar smoke and jazz. The bloodstone pulses once (warm, almost grateful). Dacia (soft, fond): *Elowene always did keep the best company.* We climb back to street level at 4:07 a.m., soaked, singed, and grinning like idiots. Remy slings an arm around my shoulders.

I said, picking up the call immediately, “Hello?” “Jack?” a woman’s voice came through the speaker. I pulled the phone away to check the caller ID and realized it was Amanda. “It’s Amanda,” I told Jack immediately. “Ask her what is it,” Jack murmured. “What is it, Amanda?” I said as I was told. “I was just asking when you guys are making it to the club?” she asked nonchalantly. There were sounds of music coming from the background but they were still muted. The silence of the car was enough to make Amanda’s voice reach Jack. He called out to her, “You guys go inside, me and Ruby are ten minutes to the location.”

He asked though still attempting to stop chuckling “See you in the Lustystrip Club and don't come asking questions about the date, we’re going to have fun,” I said more like I was cautioning him. “Okay!! Fine, see you in a jiffy man, and he ended the call. Plunging the phone into my cubby hole I drove off to the Lustystrip club. Getting to the club and still no sign of Frank’s car I decided to stay in the car and wait for him to arrive so we could enter the club together. Looking around the club I caught a glimpse of a Mercedes AMG CLS 53 with Graham boldly written on the license plate. Still contemplating what Damian, a married man, will be doing in the club by this time of the night.

Chapter 17 Damien Priest POV I walk into my apartment cracking my neck. I throw my car keys in the tray by the door. I walk further. It was a long fucking night. It’s three in the damn morning and all I want to do now is sleep until the sun sets. Amara’s plan worked like a fucking bomb I couldn’t be prouder of her. With the help of Amara’s friend, we found the entire container. Who would have thought Amara’s crazy idea she brought up weeks ago would work.

Neva gave an approving nod. The drive to the club was quiet. Calla watched the city wake up outside her window. People heading to work. Kids going to school. Normal lives she could never have again. She sipped her water bottle, feeling another small wave of nausea. They arrived at the club at 8:47 AM. The morning sun made the club's neon sign look sad and tired. Silas was waiting outside, just as he said he would be. "Ricardo's inside," Silas said. "He's not happy."

Together they made the Emerald Club something untouchable—flawless on the outside, dangerous underneath but that illusion didn’t last. Not when the past always found a way back It started with a shipment that never arrived then a note: She’ll die like the rest. Then the drink. It was a quiet evening Clara had come back from the club early, her skin dewy from the New York heat, hair twisted into a bun the way Amy used to help her do as kids. She’d poured a glass of wine while Amy was in the study, organizing ledgers and burn money. Amy had walked in seconds after the first sip; don’t drink that but it was already too late.

Chapter 3 Ameera's Pov I woke up to the sound of my landlord’s annoying dog and a splitting migraine. The constant barking drilled into my skull, making the pounding in my head even worse. Dragging myself up from bed, I realized it was already 8:50 a.m. My shift started at nine. Great. Maybe last night wasn’t such a good idea after all. The club, the drinks, the running for my life—it all hit me like a wrecking ball.