Novel & Cerita Arcanum Romance Club

There were four of them in the same dorm but multiple chat groups. One chat group might not have Paige, while the other chat group might not have Annabelle, and so on. This particular chat group that Annabelle texted consisted of her, Lisa, and Millie. The chat group’s name was Cinderella’s House. The three of them were Cinderella, and Paige was the rich princess. Annabelle: [Lisa, Millie, Paige just moved out of the dorm.] Lisa: [What? She moved out?]

And now, this… A quiet life by the sea. A soft-faced Omega gazing at him as though he hung the moon over the tide. A village willing to protect a stranger because they’ve decided he belongs to one of their own. I zoom in slightly. The arch is wrapped in white flowers, simple, romantic, in a way I would normally dismiss as sentimental nonsense. But tonight, I let myself study it properly. Leander Voss, heir to a corporate empire, is marrying beneath a handmade arch in some forgotten coastal village with sand still clinging to the path. If Elena could see this, she would cry. If the board knew, they would panic. If the press saw it, they would feast.

Malia POV "Having a chatter in the dance hall?" Mr Rowan Sinclair asked, a smug smile on his face. "Come on kids, let's head to the table." We moved over to the banquet table, and I saw several businessmen and women seated comfortably, each of them dressed in expensive corporate dresses. The banquet table was carefully designed and covered with a velvet cloth as fresh little flowers partitioned the glasses of pure wine and bowls of fresh strawberries. I took my seat and felt a sense of nervousness course through me. I had never been among such big dignitaries before.

He starts his car and zooms off. Arlo finds a club to burn off steam. When he walks into Aureum, the most popular and fanciest club in the city that also carters for the supernatural world. The club is full and bubbling with music despite it being early morning. Arlo makes his way to the VIP sections and books a seat. He goes ahead to order loads of drinks, which he begins to drink like water. Drunk, Arlo gets to his feet and looks down the crowd of dancers and clubbers searching for a prey. With Vela’s rebuff he is looking to assert his male dominance and his target is the most gorgeous woman in the club.

Raven came again, trembling as he filled her with yet another load. They stayed tangled together on the couch, breathing hard. Luca kissed her deeply, possessively. “Next Friday,” he whispered against her lips, “I’m clearing the entire club. No other clients. Just you and me. And I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this room… and then take you home with me.” Raven shivered with anticipation, already completely addicted to the cold, dangerous Mafia Don. The club was still pulsing outside, but inside this room, she had become his.

“I look like I can bag me a sexy hot billionaire vampire or werewolf in those Korean dramas.” Marcus’s voice crackled in my ear. “You good in there?” “Yeah,” I whispered back. “Wish you could see me right now. You’d pass out.” “I probably would. 100% will.” I smiled. I knew the flirty tension was always there, but this wasn’t the time. I joined the other ladies as the backdoors opened and Club Umbra swallowed us whole. There was red lights, pounding music, and hot bodies everywhere. Heat rolled off the crowd like steam, champagne, cologne, pheromones... it was dizzying.

My soul aches with love so big it feels divine already. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For staying.” He smiles soft, real, unguarded. “I’d follow you into heaven, hell, or whatever this is.” Clara snorts, a spark dancing between us. “This is worse,” she mutters. “It’s a group project.” I burst into bright, ringing laughter and then The vortex pulls us in. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. All three exploding into a blinding, all-consuming brilliance. This is the end of Aria.

They held the whole history, both the good and the bad and the various factions of werewolves, mystiques, witches, the corrupt politicians that were in charge of the human faction and also, we had the powerful and most unique shapeshifters that consisted of hybrids and normal shapeshifters. “Heyy, Alicia?” I called out to her the moment she stepped into my room with my breakfast. She raised her eyebrows and I loved how they battled each other. I still couldn't clear my head from the prom night incident. “How could I have messed up so badly, as to address her as my mate?” I groaned as she stared at me. “I will be going to the newest club in the city. It is owned by my childhood family friend.

I said, assuming that Luka was known in the game as Unknown User. “Unknown User has denied a wedding ceremony, does Player Reyna still accept?” “Yes.” I repeated. “Congratulations, Unknown User and Player Reyna have entered a sacred marriage. The marriage is definite and will be uploaded into the Arcane Realm system. Please accept these items as a wedding gift.” The automated voice said as another screen appeared before both Luka and me. “What does it mean the marriage is definite?” I asked.

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.