Eltingville Club X Reader Novels & Stories

“I’m fine, sir. Just hot in there.” Jace wiped his forehead, still panting slightly. “I’m fine, sir. Just hot in there.” Elias stepped closer. “You’re more than hot. You’re... leaking pheromones. That club was full of Alphas. Do you know what could’ve happened if I wasn’t there?” “I didn’t think....” “No. You didn’t.”

Everything that could be seen could be managed. Inside, the room was all velvet and hush, expensive laughter stitched like thread through the seams. Elias had chosen the private club for the view and the clientele: men who liked to imagine they ruled the city because they could see it. Decanters sweated on low tables. The jazz was quiet enough to eavesdrop over. “Marcellus,” Elias drawled, turning his whiskey in a tight circle as if charming a snake. “Tell me something real. You’ve had the same expression on since we were twenty. We’re not at the academy anymore. You can unclench.”

Elias sits on the couch reading one message after another, tears blurring the screen. “I didn’t realize how many people were waiting for someone else to go first,” he murmurs. Alexander sits beside him, presses his forehead to Elias’s temple. “Neither did I.” The club remains silent publicly. No statements. No leaks. No whispers. That, more than anything, feels like a verdict. Late in the afternoon, Vincent comes by. He doesn’t bring news. He brings coffee and quiet presence, sets the cups down like an offering. “They’re grateful,” he says simply.

he asked, taking my hand. “Yeah. Let’s go.” We left the Red Room and moved through the crowded halls of the Midnight Club. Everywhere I looked, people were lost in pleasure: moaning, fucking, watching. The air was thick with sex and expensive perfume. Elias kept me close, his hand never leaving my lower back. The entire ride back to his house was quiet. He kept glancing at me, worried. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked when we pulled into his driveway. “You seemed different in there.”

“Clara’s still blind, baby. However vividly we perform, she’ll never witness this masterpiece.” My fingers went numb around the papers. Elara moaned, torn between fear and reckless arousal. “You’re horrible,” she gasped, but she was clenching around him, thighs trembling as she dragged her nails down his back. “You like me horrible,” he murmured, leaning down to bite the inside of her thigh, then soothing the mark with his tongue. “Say it.” “I like you—fuck—horrible,” she choked out, voice breaking as he shifted, hitting deeper.

She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly. So this was what my innocent Elara had been reading. I opened the book again, unable to help myself, flipping through the pages. Which contained sex scenes. Descriptions of positions, sensations, emotions. Some of the pages had corners turned down like she’d been marking her favorite parts. The image of Elara lying in bed, reading these explicit scenes, her hand slipping between her legs as she imagined someone touching her like that…it made me fucking feral. She’d hidden this book like a secret. Like she was embarrassed by what she wanted.

Elvis said and Ella looked up at him. "Huh?" Ella said. "I love you a lot." Elvis repeated and Ella blushed again. "Same." Ella said and Elvis frowned which she noticed. "What!" Ella asked, she suddenly realized why he is frowning. "Okay, calm down. I love you too." Ella said and Elvis smiled immediately. "Hmm, that's it not same." Elvis said as they continued discussing. << Clark Mansion~Lilith's room>> Lilith just finished reading two novels and she could swear she was already feeling bored.

I kicked my shoes off my feet and slid under the covers next to her, immideately pulling her into my arms. "Good book?" I asked after I pressed a kiss on her head. "It is." She replied before she put her bookmark in place and closed the book. She placed it aside on the nightstand before she turned her attention back to me. "Okay. So, you said you were going to tell me what happened today, something to do with Dante and the women of the Motorcycle club. Now spill." She ordered. I let out a sigh. "You know Dante. He likes causing trouble for all of us. He dragged Elijah and I outside of town to the women's club house, claiming he has business to do with them." I explained.

he was hot and his black smooth hair, green eyes was worth skipping a heartbeat and I think I just did that’s when I snapped back into reality. “ Hey...I’m Elvin Heather” he said , “I’m Charlotte Jones”, I replied in a single breath saving myself from another embarrassment. There were few awkward smiles that we were sharing when I noticed that he was staring at the book in my hand to which I mumbled, “I am pretty much attracted towards dark stuff or more into the folk tales of night, I find it fascinating” hearing my words he laughed like it was some sort of joke, I felt embarrassed, guess he noticed and in an attempt to turn it around he said, “Don’t tell me you actually believe in such sto

She wipe her tears seeing the call was from her friend Mia. "This is a really bad idea, Mia," Elara muttered, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Across from her, Mia took a slow sip of her wine, completely unfazed. "Relax, Elara. You need this." They were at a club, a place Elara never imagined herself stepping into. Loud music pounded against her skull. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor, lost in a haze of sweat, alcohol, and flashing neon lights. The air reeked of perfume, liquor, and desperation.