5 Am Club Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Clean yourself up, you're coming with me." I caught the shirt against my chest and blinked at him, "coming with you where?" "The club." I froze with the shirt in my hands, "Your club?" His eyes lifted to mine, "yes." I climbed off the bed, my legs still weak as I pulled his shirt over my head. "Adam, it's five in the morning." "I know." "What happened?" He grabbed his watch from the dresser and fastened it around his wrist,"one of the girls shot a client."

ALLISON. He examined it closely before nodding. “You’re good. Welcome to Aurora Sparks.” I stepped past them, entering the underground club. The atmosphere was electric; pulsing music reverberated through the air, mixed with laughter and chatter. Colorful lights flickered, casting shadows over a crowd of werewolves, vampires, ghouls, witches, and other Outworlders. It was the complete opposite of the tranquility that welcomed me at the entrance of the antique bookstore. Welcome to Aurora Sparks, indeed. This club has been around for decades. It was one of the few remaining establishments in the entire country where the Outworlders were allowed to be themselves—utter freaks. Our kind has stru

LIAM (Third Person POV) The amber liquid burned on the way down, a scorch mark against the back of his throat that he welcomed. It was the only thing real right now. The only thing that wasn't her. Liam sat in the darkest corner of Rush & Division, a club in River North where the elite came to pretend they were slumming it. The music was too loud, the drinks were overpriced, and the crowd was exactly what he needed three hours ago—anonymous, disposable, and too self-absorbed to give a damn about the man drinking himself into oblivion in booth seven.

“No slip-ups. Not now. Not ever. I’ve stirred the waters — eyes open, hands ready.” They nodded. They knew what I meant. The fire I’d started was only going to spread. The club was still closed from the night before, the neon strips along the ceiling dim, the scent of expensive liquor lingering in the air. A place that breathed power even in silence. I’d crashed into bed at dawn, letting the weight of last night’s chaos fade into the dark. When I woke, the sun was already leaning toward noon. A cold shower, a quick change , then I went down to the club. my kingdom, my noise.

Amelia's POV ~ We arrived at Club X later that evening, It was bumming loudly with music and as Chelsea had said, it seems like some rich dudes are here. I could tell this from the VIP sections, which were crowded. I couldn't see their faces since the light are dim. The dance floor was also filled with people, bodies pressing together, guys touching girls... At a corner, I saw some people making out and not giving a damn about what people think, which made me feel out of place.

Next day before Hope could get up, Amelia went for her job and had breakfast in the club. The club was not only famous for nightlife but the day time parties were allowed there, too. It was someone's birthday and a group of friends came to celebrate where Amelia was their waitress for the day along with a few more waiters, too. The day spent well and an hour remaining until her shift gets over. She was having a sandwich when the waiter said that her duty is fixed on a group of people who were seated in the north wing.

He said and crossed his arms on his chest. Amara’s cheeks burned a bright pink from the embarrassment. “Uhm, sir, she will change. We had to rush before the tables got full.” “Got full? It’s 11 am!” Amara whispered in disbelief, “People drink that early or was this club so famous?” “You’ll be shocked at what people do at 8 am. Now move, you’re blocking the way. Change or go to a library or something.” The man said dismissively. “But-”

“Come with me to a club tonight.” On the other end, Jenny went quiet for a few seconds. “Emma? Are you serious? You didn’t take the wrong medicine, did you?” “I’m serious,” Emma continued softly. “My treat.” The tone of Emma’s voice made Jenny stop joking. She knew her best friend as a good girl. If Emma was asking to go to a club, something was seriously wrong. “Okay,” Jenny finally said. “I’ll pick you up.” *** At ten p.m., neon lights glowed brightly in front of the club. The DJ’s booming music shook the floor the moment Emma and Jenny stepped inside. Jenny glanced at Emma several times, still unable to believe it.

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.

Dayane arrived at 9 pm to pick me up, I even replied saying that we were only going to be there for a short time. "Don't worry, the club closes at five in the morning," he said matter-of-factly. 5 am? Is this time for a party to end? - What? No! I don't intend to stay there until late - I replied scared - I don't want to go past midnight. - Serious? Too bad, there are so many handsome men there - I smiled mischievously.