Club Onyx Charlotte Novels & Stories

The realization stunned her. It felt impossible that so much time had passed. One moment she’d been nervously standing in the middle of Fantasy trying not to stare at the scenes around her… and now she sat tucked into a private corner with the most powerful man in the club looking at her like He already hated the idea of ending the night. William’s silver gaze lingered on her face. “It went by too quickly.” The low honesty in His voice sent warmth spiraling through her chest. Around them, Fantasy had shifted subtly into its deeper nighttime rhythm. Some scenes were winding down while others intensified beneath dimmer lighting and slower music. Staff members moved discreetly through the club

n, and I pressed my hands harder around the steering wheel. I'd been so careful about the contract. About giving her exactly what she asked for. No pressure. No demands. Just protection and stability and the physical arrangement she'd agreed to. And I'd fallen anyway. Of course you did. You were already halfway there before you even signed the papers. I found myself pulling into the parking garage of Onyx. My club. One of three I owned in the city but this was the main one. The one I'd designed myself. High-end. Exclusive. The kind of place where people came to be seen or to disappear depending on what they needed.

They were accepted in the club on the condition that they kept the peace. Phoenix’s Claws was the largest wolf–owned club in the Red Light district. Under Cathy’s management, it was flourishing far better than any of the clubs in the area and Cathy was beginning to think about extending the establishment into hotels and resorts. She was so occupied by her plans for the club that she almost passed the exit that would take her to the Red Light district and was lucky enough to arrive just in time to see the delivery guys bringing trucks of drinks for the opening later that night.

Sofia asked, linking arms with Elena. “Exhausting,” Elena groaned. “My hand feels broken.” Killian laughed. “That’s the sign of a true scholar.” “Or a true victim,” Elena muttered. James grinned. “Well, then tonight calls for celebration. Club night! Drinks, music, dancing. It’s mandatory. We need to wash the taste of existential dread out of our mouths with overpriced vodka.” “Yes! Absolutely!” Sofia agreed, bouncing on her heels. “The new place downtown, ‘Onyx.’ I heard it’s impossible to get in, but David’s cousin knows the bouncer.”

"Okay, so what club is this?" Playing a game alone with a girl? Now this was coming off as some kind of kinky setup, but Charlotte radiates no aura of temptation. She was more like a honed knife, sharp enough that if you lose, it might cost you your life. Where did that rom-com atmosphere go? This turned to a gambling apocalypse! "There're no other club members?" "No." she replies. Could you still have a club without any members? I got serious doubts about that. Honestly, there are no hints..

what would I be? I would be a burden, I told myself. I tossed the phone back onto the seat, started the engine, and drove off. The Onyx Room was dark, loud, and expensive. It was the kind of members-only club where captains of industry went to hide in plain sight, where the lighting was kept deliberately low so no one could see who was drinking with whom. It was perfect. I sat at the bar, the thumping bass of the house music vibrating through the stool and into my spine. "Double Grey Goose. Neat," I told the bartender, a man in a black vest who looked like he had seen everything twice.

* In a private room at the club, Ryan, a lean, sharp-featured man in a black leather jacket, sat comfortably on the sofa. He casually sipped his drink, with four lackeys standing watch beside him. His eyes glinted coldly. “When that woman walks in, beat her until she can’t stand. Don’t worry about causing a scene. I have someone covering for me.” His four lackeys nodded in unison. “Got it, Boss!” Charlotte arrived at the club, dressed in a sleek light gray pantsuit, her black heels clicking against the polished floor. One of her bodyguards stepped forward and opened the private room door for her.

Six months of someone inside my world choosing the wrong side, I sat with that quietly and let it settle into something cold and workable. "Find me a name by tomorrow," I said. "Already working on it," Reed said. We drove the rest of the way in silence. Later that evening, I went to one of my underground clubs– Oynx. Onyx was one of my flagship establishment, ten floors below street level in the financial district. It was accessible through a members-only entrance that looked like nothing from the outside but looked like everything once you were inside. Dark, low-lit and expensive in a way that didn't need to announce itself. The kind of place where the right people came to do business in th

he answered. “Is it for business?” “No. And he’s not in a good mood today, we have talked about what happened yesterday to the club meeting and they have terminated that guy’s membership so you don’t have to worry about it,” he said since yesterday he saw Charlotte is too worried about what happened there. “Okay,” she nodded. "Jaxson will come back soon," he added. He left and Charlotte waited for Jaxson’s arrival. Hours passed on, she had dinner with Noah and put him to sleep. Then she again waited for Jaxson sitting in the living room.

Others are closed but with viewing ports. And despite myself, I grow warm… I keep looking. I find Charlotte in the dungeon. All these clubs have one, and for that matter, I enjoy similar facilities in the comfort of my own home… This one has a series of viewing windows where a crowd has assembled. Hardly surprising really. Charlotte, by any measure, is a dazzling woman. Any man and many women would want to see what comes next. She's not alone. I recognise the blond man she was with, in reception that first day I saw her.