Classic Lit Club Novels & Stories

Lily immediately recognized it and exclaimed, "Isn't that the card for 'Diohn Club'!?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. "Diohn Club" is a highly exclusive and unique VIP club located in Cloud City. Unlike typical entertainment venues, it only accepts special guests who can enter by invitation card. These cards are sporadically issued by the enigmatic owner of "Diohn Club" and are auctioned off in limited quantities. Even celebrities find it difficult to gain entry.

The moment we stepped through the second set of doors, the atmosphere changed completely. Dim red and purple lighting. Soft, sensual music mixed with distant moans and cries of pleasure. The air smelled of sex, expensive perfume, and leather. Beautiful people in masks and very little clothing moved through the luxurious space. Some were watching scenes on raised platforms, while others openly fucked in alcoves and lounges. This was the real Midnight Club. A tall, elegant woman in a black latex dress approached us. She wore an intricate silver mask. “Mr. Sinclair,” she purred. “It’s been a while. And this must be the famous Lila we’ve heard so much about.”

Dim, crimson lights bathed the room in an alluring glow, casting shadows that danced with every movement. The club was divided into different sections, each offering a unique experience. The dance floor, located at the heart of the club, was alive with bodies swaying to the music. Men with chiseled physiques walked shirtless, their muscles rippling with every move, while women showcased their confidence in alluring lingerie sets. The club's dim lighting added an air of mystique, allowing glimpses of bare skin and the subtle play of shadows.

The club was filled, it was a Friday night. “Just a cocktail.” Clara replied, turning back to them. “What? Just a cocktail?” Lucy scoffed. “Yes. What is wrong with a cocktail?” Clara asked. “We are at a fucking underground club, all the way from California and all you are going to ask is just cocktail?” Lucy asked and Clara raised her brows. “Your point?” Clara asked and she shook her head. “Give us something hot, something strong.” Lucy said to the guy. “How strong?” He asked and Lucy gave him a naughty smile.

Lucian called in that deep velvet voice. "Where exactly are you taking me?" He pressed. "We are almost there." I pointed. "Pull up here." He slowed the car to a stop outside a building that looked unremarkable from the outside. The Obsidian. One of the most exclusive members-only clubs in the city. A Dom/sub club. Lucian was completely still beside me, his hand frozen on my thigh. Then, slowly, he turned to look at me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes...

LISA May 11th 2018 I place the sign on the door as Chad had requested. Directing them to the South Wing of the club. I lock the doors with minutes to spare before the men start casually walking in off the streets. Demanding a quicky before work. In all honesty, I thought Chad would've bitten my head off after I had told him to start treating the girls with a bit more respect. It's fucking nerve-racking watching him treat them like utter shit.

from the club would be sitting in the second row, a living, breathing reminder of the shame she was trying to outrun. He knew Miguel would be there, too. He could already see the look on Miguel’s face when Clifford and the girls walked in. Inside the club, Clifford dropped the invitation onto the bar. "He’s going to destroy her," he whispered. "No," Luz said, her voice hard. "He’s going to make her into something else entirely. Something that belongs to him." Clifford picked up his gin, staring at the golden letters on the cream-colored card. "Then I suppose we better find something spectacular to wear. If we're going to a funeral disguised as a wedding, we might as well look the part."

Kalan Club Zero. The newest and the hottest club that just opened downtown. When I walked in, it seemed no different from any trashy bar I'd been to, well aside from the fact that it was new, and the novelty hasn't washed off from the minds of people yet. Music blared all around me, bodies gyrating against each other, the air tainted with the regular stench of marijuana, cigarettes, and alcohol. Ordering a couple of drinks, I looked around, hoping I could catch a glimpse of Calix and his friends, instead my vision was filled with female Lycans dancing in lewd manners. It wasn't unusual and it wasn't that explicit, but when it came down to female Lycans and their hormones plus their high sex

He could sort out whatever it was Sitnikov wanted with them. Claudia turned back to her office and went to open the box Laney had brought in. A smile spread across her lips when she saw it was the new glassware she had ordered with the club's brand on them. The lettering 'underground' was distinct, like a masculine scrawl, but the glasses themselves were tall and flute-like. Claudia loved them. She had chosen them along with everything else associated with her new club, The Underground. This place was Tyson's engagement gift to her. His only stipulation being that she couldn't run the place until it was a legitimate business.

“Welcome back to the Lunatic’s Club, my man.” “I’m no lunatic anymore, lunatics,” Phoenix replied with a grin, accepting the cupcake and taking a bite. “This tastes good. Thanks, buddy.” Atticus chuckled softly. Oh, right. There were two clubs in Bachelor’s Village—the Bachelor Men’s Club, for those who were married or about to get married, and the Lunatic’s Club, for singles without love lives. “Welcome back, Atticus,” Leo greeted, handing her a tulip. “Good to see you again.”