Club Onyx Dallas Texas Novels & Stories

After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis. He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes. Onyx made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

She's in full mother tiger mode. The talk with Linc goes as well as I expected. It ends with me sitting in the living room with my head back trying to keep my bloody nose from making a mess. I refused to defend myself because I completely understand his anger. Beth, the baby, and Shelby are next door. They'll stay on Shelby's side of the duplex until Dax arrives. Dax is another thing my brother's angry about. Dax is the president of Desert Crows, an outlaw motorcycle club in Arizona. They have close ties with Moon's organization but it's not widely known. If Gimonde gets anywhere near the Crows' compound, Dax and his men will defend their territory to the death.

Why's this always happening to me. We walk to the bar and ordered for shots because I really wanna get drunk. Deep down I pray I don't come across him. He's always driving me crazy. We take our shots and a bottle of tequila as we walk back to our table. "Do you know Gray Carter owns this club ?" Alexa slurs and chug down her shots. "For God's sake, why didn't you tell me ?" "What ? Scared to make out ? A club sex is always remarkable." Brandon mutters drinking his own shots.

Nyx, Sulphur and the others are also in our company. “ Club Odyssey?” Chloe reads out loud and I smile. “It screams mystery, right?” I ask and Chloe nods. It's the same impression I got when I learnt about the club. Who would have thought it was a club owned by bikers? “ No,it screams of sin wrapped with candy paper.” Chloe declares and I burst out giggling. “ Then let's see what sin they are offering.” I wink and then saunter inside. I can feel Nyx disapproval charging the night. She has never made peace with interacting with members of the shadow riders MC.

“I’m fairly new to the area as you know. When we first met, it was through business trips to Houston. But now that I’m here, I haven’t really had time to scope it out. Any clubs here? You know anything about the places in this area?” “Yeah. There’s one good one. Very exclusive. It’s called The House. Owned and managed by Damon Roche. Wealthy son of a bitch and he caters to an upscale clientele. He’s backed off in recent months. He’s married and has a daughter who occupies most of his time, but he still keeps a hand in the operations. I can give you his contact information and put in a word for you. He does an extensive background check on prospective members, but it’s a very well-run, safe p

[CYRUS POV] Some hours later we were pulling in front of onyx night club, a long queue stretched towards the street people waiting in line to get in. The bouncers straightened the moment they recognized us immediately parting the velvet ropes. “Good evening Mr Jefferson, Dr kane”, they greeted respectfully I gave a brief nod as we stepped inside The atmosphere was lit, music thundered through the massive space, light flashing rhythmically across the dancing floor. Ben let out a whistle “Damon really outdid himself this time” he said as we made our way to the VIP area Damon stood waiting near the stairs, a drink in hand, his signature grin in place

is all I get from Grant, as he moves to lean against the seat, his eyes closing. Tonight we are meeting Tony and Alex over at one of our clubs, Ambrosia. It’s one of our favorite clubs we own. The staff are great and the VIP lounge magnificent, only the elite get access into that area. Our club is so popular we even have an RSVP list and if you're not on the list you're not allowed in.

Looking around,Nora sighted Chloe at the far end of the club.mae didn't tell her it was a freaking club,she thought it was a bar that they would just hang out. They waited in queue for a while trying to get flashed in or however they said it by two hefty bouncers with that held what looked like a flash, pointing it at their arm as they each entered club 'DE PARIE". Second most exotic club in the whole of New Jersey,and it was buzzing,it wasn't even the weekend but it was filled,bodies kept rubbing bodies as they walked to where Chloe sat, constantly checking her phone,she raised head as if sensing the girls were around.

Entering the garage checking what I need in the leather bag, I climb on the Harley, soon I'm facing the familiar streets filled with a few scattered recruits. After a few hours in and out of spots, checking out the idiots who wanted to join the club, and finally bumping into some Italian idiots, I head to the last stop of the night at the Blood Angels bar. I stopped the bike in front of the bar with the red sign and black walls, at the clubhouse we have a much more complete bar, but Tip the sixth club director insisted on a bar, the son of a bitch had a good excuse 'Stay close to the streets bring information to the club', he thinks I don't know what it's good for him to eat unsuspecting col