Club Onyx Dallas Tx Novels & Stories

"A moment, boss." I didn’t have a moment. I didn’t have patience. Not when it came to her. Seconds ticked by, each one a lifetime, my fingers tightening around the phone, my knuckles white. The room around me blurred, the faces of the clan leaders fading into the background as I waited, my breath sharp, my pulse pounding in my ears. Then, Onyx." The name hit me like a physical blow. Onyx. The club was a den of sin and seduction, a place where the elite went to lose themselves. Where the music was loud, the lights were low, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and whiskey and desire.

“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

A few brave souls attempt the moves while others enjoy watching. Just before eight, we take our place on the entertainment platform downstairs where Dallas introduces the band and singer for the evening. The almost full club claps and cheers loudly, but the band doesn’t play. I turn to see what the delay is. I find Calvin and Garret standing at the microphone, waiting for the applause to quiet down. I encourage Dallas to turn and watch. “We didn’t rehearse this,” she murmurs near my ear. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Calvin Calhoun, and this is Garret Hendricks. What do you think of our new place?”

The rest of them started laughing. Rolling my eyes, I slid into the seat they had saved for me. "Yeah, yeah, very funny. Let’s just go before I change my mind." With that, we made our way to the Blue Onyx Club. It was the newest hotspot Sarah and her crowd wouldn’t stop raving about. The moment we stepped inside, the heavy bass of the music pulsed through my chest. Neon lights flickered overhead and cast a dreamy glow over the crowd. The dance floor was packed with bodies moving in sync with the beat.

Iyun gaped at Stella like she had grown a horn on her head. "Stella, you are funny o. Why won't I be able to do it? Na money we dey talk about o (It is money we are talking about oo). All you just have to do is give me the details of the job and I am off," Iyun assured. "The job is to be a waitress at Onyx Club around Dugbe area. The club is a very big and popular place for the rich. An added advantage for the workers is that they get to cover their faces with masks," Stella explained.

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

Grace peeked his way. “Start light something.” Orion frowned. Starlight? Starlight! “Starlight Night Club?” He asked, hands clenching around the steering wheel. And eyes narrowed with a deep frown. Grace nodded. Orion sighed, grunting in frustration. Stepping upon the accelerator, he sped up. Fuck! “Do you know where it is?” Grace asked innocently, Orion eyed her. Why wouldn’t he know the city’s most crowded and luxurious club? He used to spend all his time drinking there, before babysitting her.

"Oh? So now that we're at a club, you're so adamant on stalking the man?!" "Duh, Captain Obvious. Our target is in there, and it's a club! He's probably having fun in there!" Dylan returns. "A 26-year-old bachelor like Mr. Zyris needs fun in his life. We should be having fun as well. That way, we may find our other halves and we don't end up old and alone and stuck sulking because we never found our mates." Xavier rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You're not thinking of this objectively, Dyl. Lyra Town has lots of clubs. Orion Falls and Cruxford, too. Why come here?"

Tracie felt heat overtaking every cell of her body. "Uh huh." She closed her eyes and tried to push herself toward his hand, but he had his other arm wrapped around her and held her firmly in place. "Dallas took me to a private club he belongs to called October." "What?" "October. The owner named it for the month of his birth. A very innocuous name for a place where you can explore different types of sex play." "D - Different?" She knew she should be paying better attention but she wanted to come so badly and he was just toying with her.

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.