Club Onyx Philadelphia Pa Novels & Stories

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

Declan brings up, "and has been somewhat bizarre from that point onward." I take the primary nibble of my homemade breakfast, delighting at the pleasantness I'm at last ready to enjoy. Regardless of how irritating Liam might be, I feel fortunate that things have turned out along these lines. "We should not discuss Oliver," Declan excuses after a long, off-kilter quietness, "educate her regarding the club, Sebastian." "Better believe it," I concur, "what club?" "We own a dance club in the city called Twilight. It is quite possibly of the best club you will track down anyplace in the state," Sebastian says, "and it is additionally the way that we bring in our cash."

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.

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.

Lia's POV The club was impossible to miss—a sleek, modern building with matte black exterior and the name "ONYX" in glowing white neon letters above the entrance. A line of well-dressed people snaked down the sidewalk, waiting to get past the velvet ropes where two large bouncers were checking IDs and deciding who was cool enough to enter. We climbed out of the Uber and I immediately felt self-conscious. The line was long and everyone looked impossibly stylish and beautiful and like they belonged here in a way I wasn't sure I did.

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.”

“Yo, bro? Mind if I come over for a drink?” ... Red Club. Philip stood outside the elegant clubhouse—well known as being unlike any other club in the city. Despite its name, this “clubhouse” served only juice, tea, and coffee—no alcohol at all. The corner of his mouth twitched as he cast a sideways glance at Taylor. “This is the ‘great place’ you were talking about?” Taylor gave a calm, gentle smile. His eyes naturally curved when he smiled, the creases adding to his composed and refined aura.

Caden Marcus sent the data to him on time. Three hundred and forty confirmed entries between eight and eleven PM. Entrance records, car park feeds, timestamped. There was no internal footage. Onyx ran no cameras inside the club, by policy, and their clientele had always preferred it that way. Caden was on the phone immediately. "Walk me through what we have," he said.

His personal assistant stood up immediately, awaiting his orders. “Andre, take me to the club.” “Sir?” Andre let out a surprised response. Philip ran several night clubs in the most active parishes in London. They all operated under the name Kilox. In Christ Church was the Kilox Gold club for the mature crowd, in St. Stella was Kilox Silver for teens, twenties and thirties and Kilox Platinum St. Peter was for the very elite. Philip never visited the clubs; he paid well to have them managed and they were all successful.

n, and I pressed my hands harder around the steering wheel. I'd been so careful about the contract. About giving her exactly what she asked for. No pressure. No demands. Just protection and stability and the physical arrangement she'd agreed to. And I'd fallen anyway. Of course you did. You were already halfway there before you even signed the papers. I found myself pulling into the parking garage of Onyx. My club. One of three I owned in the city but this was the main one. The one I'd designed myself. High-end. Exclusive. The kind of place where people came to be seen or to disappear depending on what they needed.