Blue Eyes Night Club Novels & Stories

Rune About A Month Later Rubbing my hands over my temples, I tried to block out the din surrounding me, the strobing lights hurting my eyes, but I’d promised my friend I would come out tonight while the kids were at their sleepovers for the weekend. The nightclub, Verve, had different colored strobe lights to complement the loud music, and thrashing bodies filled the dancefloor to the brim, all moving to the hypnotic beat that was pumping through the numerous speakers that I’d seen spaced strategically around the large open area.

They’re working for Bryce, but hey, I’m just going to have fun here. “Bluest Flame” by Selena Gomez and Benny Blanco is playing and making the crowd go hard. It’s not even late yet, but it’s already a mess here. Everywhere I look is the exact definition of chaos, and none of these people give a single fuck. They’re all minding their business. Some were drinking, dancing, flirting, and kissing. Erotically grinding; body to body as if there’s no tomorrow. My ass suddenly doesn’t know where to go. I’m rooted to where I’m standing and just admiring the mess of a place this club is.

Inside a lavish and rich soundproof VIP room on the second floor with an inside plan of Silver, Cobalt blue and light pink. Encountering nightlife in the most well known club in Blue City, a woman Sarclet Williams was half-resting on a chaise longue, shaking a glass of red wine in her grasp with her two fingers connected to her lips. "For what reason am I abruptly feeling bleary eyed?" Sarclet said in her sedated State! She squeezed herself to attempt to keep herself conscious however she proved unable. She has gone through hours investigating the evening.

Blue Eyes was more than just a club, it was a neutral ground for businesses you do that the government shouldn’t be aware of. Men begged for mercy in this club. Deals worth millions were signed in my back rooms. And yet the only thing I couldn’t buy or take by force was her. Even now, as I settled in a corner of the bar, sloshing a martini in my glass, I couldn’t help reliving the moment I had seen her. She had looked out of place, glancing around the club, looking lost and confused. Her hands, delicate hands, slim and slender and so damn soft like the rest of her trembled when she raised the glass to her lips.

“You won’t.” I stood up from his lap from the speed of light. As I dashed out of the private lounge. I needed to look for Blue, so we could get out here and fast. I began moving around the rowdy club which was filled to the brim. People danced like they had no worries. The girls grinding seductively on the boys, one would think they are in their own personal bedroom. At the corners, where girls were locking lips with guys. This place is sex den.

Drinks, dancing, karaoke, and pool - open 24/7. His eyes scanned over the words lit in bright neon colors - red, blue, yellow, and white - the sign becoming more familiar with each word he read until, finally, the recognition settled in beside his dread. “What are we-“ he wanted to ask what they were doing here, why they would come so early - but Blaze didn’t give him the chance. “Come on,” he called suddenly, already turning off the engine and reaching for his door, moving quicker than Armani could manage.

Damien was in his penthouse working when his phone buzzed. Tracking Alert: Lyra Nightbane has entered Eclipse Nightclub, Tribeca. He stared at the notification. A club. She'd gone to a club. She'd told DarkVeil she was going out with a friend, but she hadn't mentioned which club. His jaw clenched. Eclipse was known for its wild crowd, excessive drinking, and men who preyed on drunk women. And Lyra had just walked in there wearing God knows what, planning to drink when she could barely handle two drinks without getting wasted.

“You like it? Jane said her favorite color is navy blue. I got the matching hat.” Even soulless, emotionally inept Blake snorts a laugh. But that laugh cuts short as we near the building towering over the street. No one greets us at the door. Music still wafts from below, but it’s a quiet night in the exclusive underground dance club. Blake glances at the dancers sitting on the stage, barely dressed and kicking their legs as they scroll their phones instead of twirling on the poles. The bar is completely empty, no one manning it, and no guards stand outside the double doors to hell itself.

A very beautiful young woman with silver-gray hair and blue eyes color, who seems to be around the age of twenty, came out of the arrival point of entry in country M with three adorable kids. A girl and two boys. On a closer look, the three children look soo identical. The only difference is their hair color. The girl looks so adorably cute with her ombre hair and blue eyes, just like her mother's. Her long ombre hair reaches down to her waist, and her looks were complimented with a cute baby blue embroidery Bardot dress that compliments her eyes.

I complimented her while glancing at her black jeans and black tube tops. "Of course because we are not at the mall, park or the sea to unwind now. Let's go clubbing. We will go straight there now." I was surprised by what he said. "What? What clubbing?” "Why not? We are at the right age again.” "But-" “No husband for today's gala. Let's go.” He said and pulled me into the taxi and took me to V NightClub. We just showed valid ID so the guard outside let us in. I am obsessed with the blue light that turns red and yellow and changes again and again. With the noise from it, Shiela and I were almost shouting inside just to hear each other. But the prying eyes of the other men inside didn't escap