Club Onyx East St Louis Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

"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.

she frowns, flipping the script on him and opens the door when he jams it. “Shit, you better not be fucking with me,” he says with a deep frown, “give me a minute, I’ll take you to him.” “Thanks,” Raven replies, nervous to the bone, her heart racing hard. A few minutes later, Lester drives up to a high end club in town known as Sodom, a strip club known for its hedonistic acts. If there was ever a place where fever could be sold as a legal item, it would be here.

“Right under a nightclub.” Of course it was. “Damian’s using the place to scout new test subjects,” he added. “Drugs. Drinks. People disappear.” Ethan stepped in from the balcony, stretching. “What’s it called?” Lucas turned the tablet. The club’s logo glowed on the screen. **NOX.** Of course it was called something dramatic. Chloe finished her coffee and tossed the mug into the sink. “Let’s burn it down.” **Ethan’s POV**

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.

NOAH ~*+*~ The club was a sensory assault with its annoying strobe lights slicing through, the bass so deep it rattled bones, bodies packed tight and slick with mucky sweat. The rooftop in the Meatpacking District had been transformed into a maddening chaos: champagne fountains, aerialists dangling from ropes above the dance floor, confetti cannons primed for midnight. Lex had pulled strings to get us on the list, and we’d arrived late enough that the night was already peaking.

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.

I press my molars together and suppress the urge to snap my wine glass in half. “A club? That sounds like so much fun.” Megan states gleefully, looking over at me suggestively. Oh, bloody hell. I know that look; she wants to go too. Since I’ve known her, I have never, not once, known her to want to go dancing. What the fuck is she on? While I don’t particularly like the idea of watching Mira grinding with my brother, a part of me wants to be there to keep an eye on her. Okay, fine. I’m burning with envy, so sue me. “You guys should join. It’s this new club opening in Soho. Wyatt’s been invited to promote the place and invited us. Logan and Lexi are coming, too.” Levi offers, missing the glar

MAY 2017 Crowded at the last event held at CLUB 20 Tokyo Japan. This is the last performance of the three for Ongaku Company which is their first Agency. It wasn’t a big event and it was just an ordinary performance for three. But as their contract ends here, they want it to be a nice and orderly performance. "The 80's to 90's night here at Club 20 Tokyo Japan!" Exclaimed Manager Maichael. "KAMPAI!" Lucifer said and cheered as well as Azza and Phoenix. "Cheers to forever young! Happy Birthday Phoenix!" Azza shouted and just wanted to bathe Lucifer with Sparkling wine.