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She muttered something under her breath and disappeared into my office. At six that evening, I sat in a cafe on the corner and watched the access notifications on my phone. Clara and Julian had arrived at the Raven Club. The club occupied an unsigned brownstone squeezed between two luxury stores on Fifth Avenue. People who didn’t know better walked past and assumed it was a closed gallery. People who did know better understood that behind the black brass door sat investment-bank partners, family offices, retired senators, widows with terrifying trusts, and several old families who had cleaned their money so thoroughly nobody polite mentioned the dirt anymore.

the voice said before pressing red. “Now I have find that bastard Lewiston fisrt” Ruth muttered. [DARK•SIN•CLUB] Heavily built bouncers guard the outside of the club. This club is the most popular club in America. The name already said it all. Dark sins club is not your normal typa club,it involves dirty sins in the open. Here,your status matters. If you're not wealthy,then please you're not welcomed here. The inside part was booming with music. The air was filled with smokes,you could barely see anything with the dimmed light. Everyone was putting on a mask.

KHLOE POV It was a cold night in Los Angeles. Club Doridego was open for business as always. The interior of the club was decorated with red and blue velvet curtains and dazzling lights to showcase its opulence. Surrounded around the strip club were beckoning tasty rich and wealthy men, both old and young, who came to spend cash in return for the ecstasy and excitement which the seductive naked ladies offered them.

“Out?” Lucian’s grin widened. “You look like you’re drowning in your own thoughts. Come unwind before they eat you alive.” Alex frowned. “Where?” Lucian slung his jacket over his shoulder. “Club Verve. My favorite chaos.” Before Alex could argue, Lucian was already at the door. They arrived at the club an hour later. Music thundered through the walls, lights flickered, and the scent of smoke and liquor filled the air. Lucian owned the room the moment he stepped in—people parted for him without a word, drawn and terrified all at once.

Not that it matters, nothing she says will stop me from wearing it. Her version of “decent” is what I’d call nun attire. She picks out what looks like a full-length gown. Boring. ✧✧✧ And now, here we are at the infamous Daxology Club. An exclusive, members-only establishment catering to the wealthiest and most powerful clans. It’s a blend of a pleasure club and a high-end social hub, though I’m still unsure of everything that goes on here. This is only my second time, after all.

The club was down a back alley and through an unmarked metal door. Unmarked to the casual observer that is. For all of us with clairvoyance, there was a large sign which read: Lights Out. I grinned at the obvious play on extinguishers and glanced at Abby, who fidgeted with excitement beside me like a puppy waiting at the door for his daily walk. We'd been to this club once before when we were both eighteen and had just given our vows to become Extinguishers. It had been a crazy, tequila-soaked night filled with debauchery, and I was both scared of and hoping for a repeat.

He raised his hand so that he could see his wristwatch, it's almost ten minutes past the time they had agreed to meet. He ordered for another bear. This was his second bottle so far and if David would not come now, he might be too sober to have any reasonable conversation. Kelvin had almost finished his second bottle when his attention was drawn to a figure that had just entered the club. David was dressed in a black suit. He walked to where Kelvin was and sat on the chair next to him. He was accompanied by different eyes of the coeds who glanced at him sexually. "Lucas club" as it was called was one of the most exotic clubs in Lightwood. It was a home for the high class citizens, mostly wom

I asked confused. "Yes, but this isn't just any club" he said smirking. I raised an eyebrow at him, asking him to elaborate, but instead, he opened the door to the building. My eye's went wide as I looked around. It was a Backlight Club. There were people all around dresses up in clothing that would glow, or had paint on them, and even the drinks in their hands were glowing as well. Ty put his hand on my back and started directing me more towards the back of the place, where we stopped at the bar and ordered some colorful drinks.

*Lexie’s POV* The warm glow of candlelight flickers against the luxurious drapes that envelop the private area of the club, casting shadows that dance to the rhythm of the live band's sultry tunes. My gaze drifts from the sparkling chandeliers above to the glass of wine cradled in my fingertips. The rich crimson liquid swirls lazily, mirroring the turmoil within me.

The city lights reflected in her eyes as she drove off, heading straight to the most exclusive nightclub in town—ready to drown her anger in music, liquor, and maybe a little revenge. ‎As Cleo and Claire arrived at the grand entrance of the club, they stepped out of the taxi and adjusted their dresses under the glittering city lights. The exterior of the club gleamed with sophistication, tinted glass doors, velvet ropes, and a long line of hopefuls waiting to get in. But Cleo and Claire didn’t need to wait. With confident strides, they walked past the queue and approached the towering security guard stationed at the door. ‎