Classic Lit Club Novels & Stories

“What’s it got to do with them? I’m only friends with them! You’re my hubby!” “Then call me Hubby!” “No!” Celia said a little coyly. They were lovey-dovey with each other for a while before heading out and driving to Longevity Club. Celia got a call from Lily on the way. She had made reservations at Longevity Club’s dining immediately after the call—private room No.138. The Great Wall Club. One of the top three clubs in Capital City. T of T Faction, Stan was the one who had built it..

” Calvin didn’t dare much, “Still persistent on it?” “Guaranteed to make it worth your while.” Moon Light Club Moon Light Club is one of Calvin’s property and a place he and his friends most often visited. The level of service, security system, confidentiality, location and decor, everything here are all top-notch. At this moment, the champagne fain fragrance shrouded in the private box. Henry sits on the sofa like a prince, surrounded by beauties. A woman in a tight white dress and long brown hair sits on his left and the girl wearing a hot red dress sits on his right. They looked like ice and fire.

Kate POV “Katie let’s do an adult girls’ night,” Lily says. Pausing to wonder what exactly that means Lily continues, “You know – adult refreshments at an adult party location? Maybe in town at the Club?”. The “Club” is a hot spot for a lot of locals as well as people from neighboring towns. Mostly people in their 20’s and 30’s frequent the club, but it’s been known to attract a diverse group of people. They have great music, great dance floor, and cater their selection of alcohol to werewolves as well as to humans.

Club Titans was it's usual bustling high - energy self. This was the clubhouse frequented by the high and top ranking members of the business community. It was the place where its members hung out in private, to relax and enjoy each others company. The interior was immaculately kept, as every club member's taste were. Even the sofas were perfectly oiled and fresh. The bar was on one end of the room, where you could easily enjoy the company of several bottles of brandy, or at the very least some good Scottish whisky, while one's own private fire place acted as an extra bit of atmosphere.

“Mortyss stopped because a human asked him to. Can you believe that?” I believed it. Because it was exactly the kind of irony the universe reserved for the proud. “Where?” I asked, taking a sip of my whiskey. “Where is he?” “I don’t know exactly. But the club is called Lilith’s Kiss. It’s in Manhattan, near the East Village.” Lilith’s Kiss. The name was a joke in extremely bad taste. A strip club named after the mother of the Lilim. The owner was probably an ignorant human who thought the name sounded “exotic.” Little did he know he was honoring the most dangerous creature who had ever existed.

Sure, Clara had been impressed by the luxurious decorations and arrangements of the club which she'd noticed upon stepping into it, but she had been more withdrawn into herself, lost in the sorrows she'd tried to mask in impulsively-bought designers' short dress and stilettoes whose length of heels threatened to push her down in her current state if she dared stand. However in that state of dizziness, her environment seemed clearer to her, heightening her sense of awareness of the aesthetics of the club which had simply blurred before her on her arrival. Everything about the club screamed affluence, all around her were ladies and gentlemen whose behaviour and little dressing had nothing lady

Dressed in nothing but black and melancholy, I made my way inside Lucid Haven. It's an exclusive club for elites, rich people. The interior itself screamed of luxury. The crowd was crazy loud, people were surrounded by dazzling disco lights and white smoke. There's a dance floor in the middle filled with dancing sweaty bodies; the smell of alcohol and cigars reeked in the air.

Claire hesitated. She should say no. She should fight back. But the truth was—she did trust him. At least, more than anyone else. “Fine,” she muttered. “Let’s lure out a psychopath.” Adrian’s smirk deepened. And that’s when she knew—this was going to be a very long night. The Inferno Club The moment they stepped inside, all eyes were on them. The club was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and temptation. Deep red lights cast shadows over the velvet booths and crystal chandeliers. Music pulsed through the speakers, thrumming against Claire’s chest.

Its appearance created a highly textured environment, with a hint of comfort and luxury. “The Club only has twenty members.” He disclosed, and I nodded. “I know. Mr. Sterling was a member, too. And so is his friend, Lucas.” I grimaced after catching myself belatedly mentioning Lucas’s name. Josh and Lucas were best friends. It was natural to have the same membership in an elite club that only caters to fewer than fifty of the richest men in California. I swallowed hard. There was this question nagging at my head, but I hesitated to ask him.