Exclusive Club Manhwa Novels & Stories

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

In the VIP room of the city clubhouse, Dominick Castillo sat on the green couch smoking his cigarette. The atmosphere of the VIP room didn't seem like that of a clubhouse, it was quieter than a usual club room would be. Dominick made it so. It was his clubhouse and his private meeting room. During the past, he used to have sluts come here to meet him, he brought in different women in this place. Not until he met Shantelle and he made the room their private room. Being there at the moment, he reminisced of those times that he was with her. He couldn't deny the fact that he still has some soft spot for her despite her betrayal. But his heart can never be for Shantelle again— as Leila already t

Cindy took a moment to understand what Cara said, then her eyes widened in realization. "Oooh, you don't know what kind of club this is, do you?" She wondered. "Jason said it was an exclusive club, I just figured it meant more high end." Cara admitted, suddenly feeling dumb. "Ah, but it's not a regular club honey. It's a BDSM club. Very private, only people with connections and big bucks can get in here." "BD what?" Cara shook her head while squinting her eyes in confusion. "Aww you're so cute." Cindy pointed and pinched Cara's nose.

"I got you." Joan didn't want me to quit working at the club, but that hustling was just not for me. At some point in my life, I knew I would look back and ask myself, "What the hell was I thinking?" Tucked away on the thirtieth floor of a skyscraper, Secre X was a private and exclusive members-only gentlemen's club, where only elite businessmen—mostly married and bored—were admitted. It had no more than about thirty members and each member rented their own booth. Scott made loads from those guys.