Club Onyx Dallas Tx Novels & Stories

"Not the poor girl who lost herself trying to please others." I nodded. "That girl is definitely dead." At six-thirty that evening, I changed into a sleek, black power suit. The Lunar Club was the most exclusive private club in New Moon City, open only to the supernatural elite. The doorman glanced at my invitation and respectfully led me inside. The interior was pure opulence—crystal chandeliers, leather couches, an air thick with the scent of money and power. So this is what the top feels like, I thought.

I reached for the one that used to make men forget their names and trigger their dicks. “Just dance and have some fun,” I whispered to myself. “No fucking. Not even touching.” Leon wouldn’t find out anyways. --- The city was alive when I stepped out of the car. The club’s name glowed above me — Club Orion. I used to dance here years ago, before Leon fucked me and asked me to be his forever. Now I was going back as a ghost visiting her own grave. Inside, the air tasted just like liquor. I walked past the crowd, until I reached the VIP section — where the lights dimmed and money rained in the air.

His broad shoulders completely blocked me from the crowd, his body a solid wall of muscle protecting mine until we were through the heavy velvet ropes and into the dark, pounding sanctuary of the club. Eclipse was gorgeous. It was a massive, multi-level venue with neon blue lights cutting through the darkness, leather booths, and a sprawling glass dance floor. Tonight, the only people inside were a few select teammates from the NHL team, high-ranking pack members, and our closest friends. By the time eleven-fifty-five rolled around, the atmosphere in the club reached a fever pitch. The DJ cut the heavy bass, switching to a massive, thumping baseline as a giant digital clock appeared on the f

He clenched his jaw tightly. "What the hell is that...?" Lucien growled lowly. Jace swallowed, as the temperature in the car turned colder. "Sir, it's a new company that has its roots in Dallas and the whole of Texas. It has also gained a lot of recognition in every part of the world" he explained. Lucien scoffed. He didn't say anything. He just leaned into the seat and closed his eyes. "Start the car. Take me to Loop Club". "Yes sir" Jace answered and immediately turned on the ignition of the car.

I asked as we approached. "Onyx," Jax said. "It's where pack members go when they want to cut loose without judgment. Dancing, drinking, entertainment." He gave me a sideways look. "The kind of entertainment that would make Riven write a disapproving essay and Kain consider new pack ordinances." My face heated as understanding dawned. "Jax—" He chuckled. The air inside Onyx was thick with smoke, sweat, cheap alcohol, and the sharp, unmistakable tang of arousal. The lights were low and red-tinged, flickering over wooden tables sticky with spilled drinks. Bass throbbed so deep it vibrated in my ribs.

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.

“What kind of club is this that you own, Blake exactly?” I smirk; it’s going to be a first for Roxy. “It’s a club where anything goes. Men and women sometimes wear a mask and hook up with each other. It keeps the anonymity. The annual f*e is extortionate to keep riff-raff out. Mostly politicians, sports people, celebs, all the kind of people who have a king and don’t want to be known for them. She looks almost shocked. “Are you taking me to a dungeon club? Is that what it is? Shit, I’ve never been to one before. It’s kind of exciting. Are you going to wear a mask?” she asks licking her lips.

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.

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

Another guy, a weak wolf named Darren was also assisting. Cathy was just checking the VIP section which had now been moved upstairs when Darren came in holding a phone to his ear. He was a handsome 21-year-old dressed in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and he had very close-cropped hair. “One second I’ll hand it to her now.” He held the phone out to Cathy and she took it cautiously. “Who’s it?” she asked. “It’s that guy.” ‘That guy’ was the owner of another club in the Red Light district and he must have heard about Phoenix Claws' inability to attract clubbers as usual because ever since Maggie handed the keys over to her, he had been calling almost every second of the day asking to buy the cl