El Nocturno Night Club の小説・ストーリー

Aria's POV Red neon lights pulsed through the clubhouse, Nocturne Haven, where the celebration party for yesterday's match was taking place like a heartbeat. The sound of loud music echoed through the air, threatening to rip my eardrums apart. The hockey guys and the cheerleading ladies, dressed in their finest attire, many of whom were in relationships with each other, straddled one another and moved energetically to the music. Meanwhile, strippers dressed in fishnet dresses straddled the thighs of some men and twisted gracefully around the long poles. The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses echoed throughout the room. The scent of alcohol, cigars, expensive cologne, and different wolf

He muttered. He looked about the woods. He was a long way from the community. He would need to call for a ride back. He stepped out into the parking lot and began making his way towards the building. As he approached the building he read the sign. Luna. He rolled his eyes at the name of the small night club. He walked over to the entrance of the club, cutting the line. The bouncer was about to say something but then recognized him. “Oh it's you Mr. Knight. You go right ahead in. Any of your members coming with you tonight? “ The bounce said, unhooking the rope and stepping aside.

“I always hold a January Full Moon Party in addition to our usual pack run and celeration. It is typically a very wild affair and full of dancing, partying and sensual rendezvous for unmated shifters. We invite humans and other local supernaturals and it starts late at night, after our moonlit run, “ I outline, avoiding making eye contact. I met Jules at my first such affair and the one I threw last year was the last time I had two lovers at once. I won’t do that again, not with Aubrey in my life. Even if I can’t have the sexy fox’s long legs wrapped around me. “What do you have in mind?” Aubrey asks. “I have this one nightclub in downtown LA, Club Ember. There are three floors of public roo

The bouncer at the entrance barely looked up as Alex approached. Velvet Noir didn’t do names at the door, only faces. And Alex Ramos, even in his shadowy half-life, was still a face they recognised in places like this. The underground club felt alive, pulsing with energy beneath the city. The music boomed from every corner, shaking the floor with its heavy bass. Neon lights flashed over the crowd dancing energetically, while the air was filled with a mix of sweat, smoke, and perfume.

I dropped my things on the passenger’s seat and drove off to my shift. After I changed into my white shirt that felt a bit tight and black pants that hugged my curves, I walked into the bar area of the club. It was the biggest club in the city; La Noche. It was big both in size and in crowd. Everyone in Sinclairville, Chicago came to La Noche; the rich, the poor, the straight and gays. The doors were open to everyone as long as they bought a drink. The real distinction was where everyone partied. There’s the VIP lounge, main hall and private rooms and fortunately for me, I worked at the bar in the VIP lounge. That was where I found my targets. As soon as I got to the bar, Vincent rolled his

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.”

Chapter 30 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• Our club— ‘The Night Trap’ has been buzzing with a lot of people lately. I guess everyone is suddenly going through a rough patch, and just wants to… cool off. It's situated at where one would describe as an unassuming location—rather unsuspecting, away from prying cops who love to stick their noses in our business. One would never guess there's a kinky sex club off this quiet, dark street. That's how we wanted it to be, that's why it's called ‘The Night Trap.’

Nicolás pushed his was through the large number of people dancing in the niterie whilst using his eyes to scan the entire place for his friends. The cabaret club; Inferno Roxo, held the status of the biggest night club in the city at the moment. A good number of men and women of high class in the society occasionally came by the club to hold certain events or host their equally rich friends. It was a perfect setting. And on Fridays and Saturdays, it was always packed. So it was necessary to always book a ticket a day or couple of days before.

After work, the team split into three cars and headed to Nocturne, the largest nightlife club in Liono City. Not far away, a black sedan cruised past the parking lot outside the club. Through the open window, Chris glanced up and watched the group disappear inside. His expression was calm, but his eyes were dark and unreadable. His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.

The club pulsed with low music, velvet drapes swallowing the city’s chaos behind the soundproofed walls. This wasn’t one of Massimo’s public venues, no, this was something more private, more indulgent. Only a select few knew about Nocturne, the dark heart of his empire, nestled above the rooftops of Rome, where night fell thick and slow like honey, and tonight, it belonged to them.