Cerita Klub Malam Novels & Stories

The entire pack wallowed in the criminal. He and Malcolm had their kinks, but they didn’t make a business out of trading in it. The Crimson Nights ran a private club for supernaturals and catered to their kinks. Anything from blood dolls, women who enjoyed being fed off of. To those searching for pain and torture. Those were extremes, but the club specialized in milder things as well. Jordan frequented the club’s milder side in the past. He had no problem with that. What he had an issue with was the rumours the people serving were trafficked, and it wasn’t their choice.

I hung back in the kitchen until Malik was alone, leaning against the counter with his phone. “Hey,” I said. He glanced up. “What’s up?” I shifted awkwardly, lowering my voice even though no one was close enough to hear. “Uh… weird question, but… the club we’re going to tonight… does it have… like… everything?” His brows furrowed. “Everything?” “Yeah, like…” My throat felt tight. “Like… a gay section or something.” Malik didn’t even blink. “Yeah. It’s one of those all-in-one places. Dance floors, different rooms, whatever you want.”

Zievana berani membuka satu pertemuan kain yang melekat di tubuh sang pria dengan tidak sabar, begitupun sebaliknya. Dua insan yang tengah dimabuk gairah itu berpindah ke jok belakang agar lebih leluasa bermain, mengalirkan sesuatu yang tidak bisa lagi dibendung. Desahan dan erang kenikmatan mengiringi suasana malam yang sepi mencekam.

I moaned loudly, legs wrapping around him as he fucked me deep and fast. “Harder,” I gasped. “I need it rough tonight.” He gave it to me, pounding into me until the couch creaked. I came hard, crying out his name, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing the stranger’s distorted voice. After we finished, I lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin. “Elias…” I said softly. “I heard about a place. The Midnight Club. People say it’s exclusive… dark… exciting. I want to go with you.”

Fabian swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat, for a moment he regretted asking him but it’s already too late to take it back. Markus was speechless. He knew that club, it’s a high-end strippers club. He had been there once and never went back because the drinks were so expensive. It’s a billionaire’s den. “Ah-h, it’s located across Masera St., sir. It’s a 4-story building that operates only from 8 in the evening until dawn.” Markus wondered if his boss was interested in going to that club. He had never seen him go to clubs like that. Fabian Romano had very high standards when it came to women.

The Wood girl. Three weeks ago.. Third person’s POV The night was cold. This was due to the fact that Day Club was built on a hill close to Malibu beach. It was the most expensive club in the city and tonight, Bethany Wood wanted to try it out. Her day has been shitty and looks like the night will be shitter.

Their enthusiastic chatter was a soothing balm to my rattled nerves, a much-needed distraction from the enigma that was my day. I blinked at my friends in surprise, my brain taking a moment to process Cathy's words. "Clubbing? Tonight?" I asked, my voice echoing my disbelief. In all my years at the wolf kingdom, clubbing in the human multiverse was something we'd only ever dreamt about, discussing it in hushed whispers late into the night. "Yes, Kiara! We've been planning this for weeks. Tonight's the night we're going to have a blast in the human multiverse. Earth has the best clubs, you know!" Cathy exclaimed, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

But she immediately puts a blank look on her face before walking ahead of us. "She needs to stop being so stubborn before he completely walks away" Tori says as Liam wraps his arm around her waist as we all start to walk inside. I'm amazed at how nice the club looks for tonight. There's a big ass banner hanging above the bar that says 'HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY SLATER!' There's girls here I've never seen before. I look at Malachi with a questioning look. "They're from one of my other clubs kitten. They just wanted the extra money from tonight" he explains as these beautiful half dressed women start to crowd the bachelors. I see our own girls dancing their numbers on the various stages around the c

“I just want to cry into my pillow and die quietly.” She yanked the blanket away. “Denied. You’re coming out. Because my man Rafe scored us guest passes to the Midnight Pleasure Club." I blinked. “The what now?” Mala turned to grin at me like she’d just announced we won the lottery. "You heard me. Midnight Pleasure. The club. The one with the secret list, the masked billionaires, the burlesque stage shows, the BDSM rooms—yeah, that one." My eyes widened. “You want to take me to a sex club?”

“Master of Tears, Mr. Malcom would like to meet you at the bar.” As I take my card back, I open the doors to the club. It looked like a slow night tonight, so I wondered if he wanted me to perform. They usually drew a large crowd, aspiring men wishing to learn a thing or two or husbands and wives needing something to help rekindle their love life.