5 Am Club Audiobook Novels & Stories

Eveline smiled, her eyes softening. "Yes, of course. Come on, let's go to the training room. I have a feeling you're going to need it." As they walked through the opulent corridors of the club, Amanda couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The eyes of the other members seemed to follow her every move, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and outright hostility. She was an outsider, an anomaly in their carefully constructed world, and she knew she would have to prove herself if she wanted to survive. The training room was a stark contrast to the rest of the club. It was a large, open space with padded walls, heavy bags hanging from the ceiling, and a variety of training

The music had started back up inside, the clubhouse bar, aptly named the Wild West, was starting to come alive, and a few riders jostled their way out the front door, lighting up their cigarettes. One figure, in particular, seemed to sense that they weren't alone, his grey eyes doing a quick search of the parking lot and finally coming to rest on her tiny figure...Braxton. Breaking away from the others, the club's sergeant at arms swaggered over to where Aimee was parked. Finally, his leanly muscled frame stopped in front of her, and Aimee suppressed an instinctive shiver of appreciation as his deep gravelly voice uttered one word.

I then readjusted the guns on the wall to my liking, putting all the different brass knuckles in one box afterwards. I closed the door behind me as I jumped on my bed, finally done with all of it. "Two more minutes and I'll head down," I thought to myself. It was 4:30 p.m, so I still had time. Or at least, that's what I thought until my father's voice boomed throughout the house. "Athena Hendrix! Down here now!" I flinched, quickly getting up and tilting my head in confusion. "I thought he said til five," I spat.

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Kamille’s POV I got to the club at a little over 8:00 pm. Darkness had covered the surroundings save for the dim lights coming from the club. I walked briskly into the club. I scanned the crowd till my eyes landed on Amanda with Belle sitted to her right. I approached the bar where they were seated. “Hello Ladies.” I greeted them, catching their attention. They both stiffened, hearing my voice. They both turned slowly till they faced me.

“Alright. I need a break anyway.” “I knew you’d say yes.” Val grabbed her bag cheerfully. Amelia started closing down the studio, turning off lights and packing up gently. ----- Club House 50 The lights at Club House 50 cast a soft glow over the velvet walls and polished black floors. The music played low-tempo house, its seductive bass rolling through the air like a slow heartbeat. The scent of spiced whiskey, designer perfume, and secrets lingered thick around the room.

He took a file and started working. After five hours Amelia opened her eyes and found herself in her boss's cabin. Amelia got up immediately and looked at the clock. It was 3 pm. Amelia looked at Ace. "Good afternoon, I hope you had a nice sleep," Ace said. "I am sorry sir," Amelia said. "It's okay," Ace said. "Sir the client," Amelia said. "The meeting is over. You were sleeping so I didn't wake you up" Ace said. Amelia felt guilty hearing it.

"Let's just get ready for the club. We need to have some fun and forget about this mess." _________________ "Emily, is my makeup okay? Not too much, right?" Amelia asked as they stepped out of the car, heading toward the red-light district club, nestled within the city. "If you keep obsessing over how you look, you might as well marry the first guy you hook up with tonight," Emily teased, her tone playful as they made their way down the street. "Harsh. I'm not about to marry some stalker or rapist as the father of my child," Amelia shot back, laughing as they reached the club's entrance.

Deep down, he knew she wasn't like every other girl in the club but she was who he wanted and if going back to the club meant he would get a chance to see the face of the woman that had implanted herself into his head, that was exactly what he was going to do. The drive to the club was quiet without Drake but Michael knew it was best he didn't include his friend in his mission, if anyone would call it that. Drake was a very nice person but there were things he just couldn't understand and Michael wasn't even sure he understood what he was doing either. All he was sure of was that he needed to see Amber again and that was what he was going to do. The crowd erupted into cheerful screams as the

“Yes, very difficult.” At those words, the man paused and turned to look at her. “Let me help you. I might have to warn you that when the clock strikes 3 in the morning, hoodlums assemble here. It’s already…” He lifted his hand to glance at his wristwatch, “2:30 am” Grace’s eyes widened at those words. Earlier, she heard from some of her colleagues about the hoodlums who normally assemble by 3 in the morning. That was why she would always leave the club earlier than that.