Eltingville Club Show Novels & Stories

"Yes, actually. My mom, but she told me to have fun with you." Eli sighed and seemed annoyed for a second, only to smile at me. "O, we’ll have fun! I found this club in a pack nearby, seeing as everyone here knows you." "Will that take long? Mom told me to be home by one…." Eli hit the gas, "live a little, Ora. We’ll be back in time." It took about an hour to get there, and when we did, I could already see a long line outside of the club. But Eli didn’t take his place in line; instead, he walked right up to the bouncer, and he let us both in.

"Darling, I brought you to this place so I have as well as come prepared" They enter the room and Ellen gasps when she sees the inside. The place was lighted with disco lights and crowded with people who were dancing to loud music. She has seen a club only in movies so this was the first time she is at one. "Come let's go have a drink, Karen says. They go to the bartender. Ellen takes a seat whiles Karen orders. "I want two tequila shots". No, Karen, I don't drink, Ellen whispers. Get me coke or water.

He had heard from Vernon that Winnie had told him about their club's auction's programme " Ehemmm.... well hubby . I need to borrow.Moo's hotel ballroom A and B for our club's auction's and donation projects. We want to make it grand with the university as the first organizer . So hubby . I need your help . " Elina says as she dried Adrian's hair gently. " Well... what do you need me to do." Adrian ask her again .

Eli asked nervously, his whole body stiff while Arnold moved him into position like a marionette—hands on the club, back bent slightly, eyes locked on the hole in front of us. “I don’t think it’s right,” Aiden chimed in from beside me. “But have fun with it.” His small chuckle made me giggle too. Eli shot us both a glare before turning back to Arnold, who was practically glowing. “Just swing it already,” Arnold teased. “We’ve spent ten minutes getting you into position.” He finally stepped back with a grin. “Fineee,” Eli groaned, clenching the club dramatically. “One small step for man, one huge step for mankind.” He whispered it like he was about to walk on the moon. Then he swung.

Damian started the car, and eased us out of Green Oak Mansion. As the city lights blurred past, I took the opportunity to browse the internet about the club we were heading to. The Velvet Lounge. Washington’s most exclusive rooftop club, known for its live jazz, fine cocktails, and a guest list that read like a Forbes article. Not bad. “Relax, Nathaniel,” Eloise said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. Damian chuckled. “It’s your birthday, not a business meeting. Try to enjoy it.” Maybe, for once, they were right. I tucked away my phone and exhaled.

" We do understand your desperation to be heard." " Love all, serve all." Meridith said loudly. There crowd cheered loudly. Her buzzer glowed green and her name on the screen had a point next to it. "There you have it, fellow citizens of Salt Rock. Our last contestant going through to tomorrow's event is Meridith Miles." Mr Levitt clapped loudly. Ella clapped loudly. Relief washed over her face. "Looks like I won't be dancing in any clown suit." Ella chimed in her father's ears.

*So, Elena, let’s see what you’re really like when no one’s watching. --- At the Club The club was alive with energy, the dim lights casting a moody glow over the patrons. Music thumped through the speakers, and laughter filled the air. Normally, I’d be tucked away in a VIP booth, but tonight, I was a ghost, drifting unnoticed among the crowd.

Dresses rode high. I frowned slightly, trying to understand what exactly made this club so different from every other club. Because if this was it... People grinding against each other and acting wild? Then, honestly, I'd seen worse. "Is this all of it?" Elara asked, voicing the same thought sitting in my head. Sienna only smirked, lifting the wine glass she'd grabbed from the bar the second we walked in. "Let's see for ourselves." Elara and I exchanged a look before following behind her as she moved deeper into the club.

Her busyness made it seem like Myra was exploiting her subordinates, but in truth, Myra had advised Tilly to practice flexibility and not get too caught up in work. Nevertheless, Tilly was stubborn. If she wanted to work late, no one could stop her. That was something which pained Elliot, who had long awaited Tilly’s return to Bradfort City only to have her throw herself into work, thus reducing his opportunities to see her. Once Estelle arrived at Zion Club to partake in the festivities, everyone was considered to be in attendance, and so Myra and Tony began explaining the process of selecting the best man. Despite having no opinions to the contrary, Elliot, Lucas, and Philip were a little