Club Onyx East St Louis Novels & Stories

she answered. "That's fine." ••• The club was called Lune. It was on the west side of the city, below street level, and it opened at noon on weekends for a crowd that had no interest in conventional hours. Kate had looked it up in the car and read the reviews aloud as if she wanted to hear how unreasonable it was to go to the club. We found a booth near the back and I ordered for both of us. Kate looked at her drink when it arrived and probably didn't want to drink it.

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

“Eventually, yes. The three of us came together and decided to build something real. A place where people could explore safely, without shame or secrecy. It started with one club. Sin and Obey.” “That’s the one I walked into, right?” she asks. Nathan nods. “That was our first. Now we’ve got eight more in different cities. Plus the hotels. The clubs act like a front of sorts, but behind the scenes, the real business is managing exclusive spaces for people like us. Lifestyle members who want privacy and professionalism.” She leans forward, fascinated. “So, it’s not just parties and scenes?”

Corleone’s POV The club was alive, too much alive just like it had always been in the streets. The Eclipse club was one of those spots in the edge of town that had dim lights, loud music with bass vibration that I always felt in my bones. Purple and electric blue lights shone across the crowd, catching on glittered flawless skin and swaying bodies. The air smelled like sweet cocktails, sweat, and expensive cologne. A DJ was also on a raised platform was mixing heavy music and throwback songs. People packed the dance floor like they were trying to outrun their own problems.

Lia stared at the screen, heart pounding so hard she thought it might break through her ribs. "Blocking me won't work, sweetheart. We need to talk. Tomorrow. The Onyx Club. 8 PM. Don't make me come find you." The Onyx Club. Lia had heard whispers about that place. Underground casino and club downtown. Where rich people went to do illegal things. Drugs. Gambling. Worse. She'd never been there. I would never go there. Except now Caspian was telling her to show up. She should ignore it.

“Golden Retriever energy.” “Hey, Logan,” Lee says, loudly now, “Does the club belong to all of you?” Logan slides open some giant steel and wood stable-type doors. An open-air level, with more exposed beams, strings of industrial bulbs, and a fire pit encircled by wine-red couches. I’m starting to realize that the color scheme subtly represents a vintage American flag. Patriotic. “Enrique and I started the club together,” he answers, “But everyone helps out … and now Jackson is constructing a fight club underneath.” He points to the left, where heaps of sand and building material clutter the area.

It is the best club in Serenade city and amongst the top three in all of Germany. It has everything— trending liquors, drinking parlors, baddies, pole dancers, lavish suites— you name it. The owner is Kendrick's ‘old friend’ aka Master of the Night, Leon Storm.

Lucian called in that deep velvet voice. "Where exactly are you taking me?" He pressed. "We are almost there." I pointed. "Pull up here." He slowed the car to a stop outside a building that looked unremarkable from the outside. The Obsidian. One of the most exclusive members-only clubs in the city. A Dom/sub club. Lucian was completely still beside me, his hand frozen on my thigh. Then, slowly, he turned to look at me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes...

Stella shrieks as she sees us approaching We head out to the parking lot and I get into a car with Stella and Emily behind the wheels and Chris goes alone with his car and so does Liam. "Where are we headed?" I ask Stella 'cos I just know she's the one behind it "A new club, just launched two days ago. It's fantastic" She cheers happily "Of course" I nod and and all our faces are plastered with wide, happy grins. ~∆~ "We're finally out of college, Cheers" I yell over the loud music and we all clink glasses I'm having a coke though, for two reasons I'm technically not old enough to drink..I've got a year to go

-Twenty Years Later- The pulsating neon lights were dancing on the walls of Luna. One of the most exclusive and most popular clubs in the Los Angeles downtown area. Women wearing skimpy pieces of clothes, showing even their souls were all over the place. But no one cares. For this place with its earsplitting music, seizure-inducing lights, and sweaty bodies humping on the floor does not care for anyone’s soul or morals. No one does — especially in this kind of place. This place is a safe escape to release anyone’s inhibition.