Entertainment Circle Novels & Stories

"Who?" Daniel's answer came quietly. "The same people who took me." Ariana's pulse raced. The same people. The same people who had taken her mother. The same people who had been watching her. The same people behind everything. "Who are they?" she asked. Daniel looked at her. Then at Nick. His expression became serious. "They call themselves The Circle." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing to Ariana. Yet judging from everyone's reaction, it meant something to them. A lot. Victor looked pale. The silver-haired man looked uneasy. Claire slowly sat down on a nearby stone. Ariana frowned. "What is The Circle?"

She smiled at me in that brittle, glitter-diamond way wealthy women did when they wanted something. I returned the smile. “Tell me more,” she said, leaning forward. “About this circle your PA mentioned yesterday. You called it… what?” “An exclusive wives’ club,” I answered softly, letting the phrase linger in the air like perfume. “Though ‘club’ is too small a word. It’s a world.” Her pupils dilated. Hook. I pretended nonchalance, brushing imaginary lint off my pale silk dress. “It’s not public. Not advertised. You can only get in through invitation only. And membership changes lives.”

As he got off the couch to pour himself some drink, Cynthia walked in. "Oh, you are back. How did the meeting go?" She asked. Edward said nothing and poured himself a glass of whiskey and gulped it down his throat and made a face. "Eddy, is everything okay?" Cynthia asked after he poured himself the second glass of whiskey. Eddy was a member of The Great Circle. A secret society that had business owners as its members. The goal of 'the society' had been to keep the businesses in check and help them reach unimaginable heights in society.

My people-meter was working just fine. “Good God! You’re shaking!” he continued, looking at me intently. “Tell me, did these men approach you in an inappropriate manner?” I didn’t answer. Just one glance at the man they all had called ‘lord’ was enough for Fitzwilliam to make his own conclusion. For a man like Fitzwilliam, my silence spoke volumes. “I honestly thought this was beneath you, McCollum!” he said, and even though he tried to sound upset, there was still a slight satisfaction in his voice, revealing his pleasure in tarnishing McCollum’s name.

Just as Liam and I were finding a delicate rhythm with the new rules, a sleek black envelope arrived by private courier at the apartment. Inside was an invitation unlike anything we had seen before. It came from an ultra-exclusive underground society known only as “The Circle.” This was not just another group of wealthy men — it was an elite network of powerful individuals who hosted legendary, no-limits events several times a year. The invitation stated that the Gangbang Princess had gained quite a reputation, and they wanted me as the Guest of Honor at their upcoming annual event.

Lily's POV "You got an invitation!" Dana's voice practically rang through the hallway as she stormed into my office, her heels clicking too fast, phone in one hand, tablet in the other. "From The Vanguard Circle, Lily. This is huge." I blinked at her, still half-focused on the mood board in front of me. "The what now?" "The Vanguard Circle," she repeated, now dropping the tablet right in front of me. "You know, that ultra-exclusive quarterly event where the city’s top business names gather? Designers, tech leaders, investors, CEOs... and now, you."

Dressed in fine, dark robes and adorned with silver rings etched with the insignia of the Circle—snakes devouring their tails, each holding a different weapon. One of them, a sharp-faced woman with eyes like flint, rose to speak. “We are the Circle. Newly formed after… a necessary purge. Silas. Evangeline. Emilio. All of them weakened us. We’ve made sure no rot remains.” They all looked at us. Coldly and judging. “You didn’t inform the Circle about the war,” another added, his voice deeper, laced with condescension. “Nor the merging of Rossi, Ricci, and Moretti under a new syndicate. You spat on tradition.”

The words sent a chill through the hallway. Because despite everything they'd uncovered, they still knew almost nothing about the organization. Only fragments. Whispers. Names. Dead investigators. Missing people. And now armed killers. Seraphina's pulse raced. "Who are they?" Charles looked at her. Then at Damian. For a moment, he seemed to debate how much to reveal. Finally— "The Circle isn't a company." Gunfire echoed somewhere downstairs. He barely reacted. "It isn't a criminal syndicate." Another shot. Closer this time.

He nodded then continued yapping again "Okay! A warning. Keep your head down and avoid the latin club by all means. They're the future Billionaires and politicians and whatever you do don't get on the bad side of the Sovereign Circle " That name already screamed danger in my mind. Sovereign Circle? What the fuck was that? " Sovereign Circle? "I asked Theo careful to keep my voice neutral. Theo's eyes lit up and then he leaned in close to me" They're the elite of elites. Son's of billionaires, ministers, royalty... You name it. They don't follow curfew or get punished. They also pass every exams not because they're given answers but it's because they're freaking smart ".

Callista’s POV I didnt know what today held. But the arrival of an invitation. The invitation—arrived in a pure white envelope with a thick card stock material and a seal made of gold wax. A Luna Circle gathering. Not just any gathering, either. This one was marked with the emblem used for exclusive events. Ones they didn’t broadcast. The kind where decisions were made behind silk curtains and champagne flutes. The invite was handwritten. To: Callista Arden. From: Luna Circle.