Exclusive Club Novels & Stories

As the others began to murmur, Mason scanned the crowd and asked, "By the way, where's the he-wolf from before?" When he noticed more wolves gathering, he raised his voice and continued, "Or did you get a new one? You're always acting all pure and noble, but it turns out you're just a slut." I lunged forward to punch him, but the he-wolves around him shoved me back. Bastard! "I've always been hers." Kael's voice cut through the chaos. He walked toward me and pulled me behind him. His gaze burned with fiery intensity as he announced, "Aria Scarlett is my future mate."

"I think that the proposal is perfect and who else should go against such an idea." "It is a clever idea." I stated after being quiet for two days about the argument. "Then again it would create a new war a rival among packs. Power and authority is what we all crave for, such position being out in the open is like leaving a sheep in the hands of hungry wolves inside a cage." "An interesting analogy you got there, Sebastian, oh great mighty Alpha of Moon River." Damian stated. "Don't be a hypocrite Sebastian. We all know that you also want to be on top. You want to be proclaimed the greatest and most powerful Alpha of this new century." Clark stated another wolf that was part of the council.

"So, who are these… 'exclusive members'?" "Who else?" "Nobles? They wouldn't be caught dead here!" "Don't think about it that way, think of it as… A noble's sense of importance drives them. It makes them want things with the title 'exclusive' or 'limited' or 'VIP'. It's not a bad thing; in fact, we can use it. We can even overcharge, and they wouldn't complain." "You don't get it, that's a good idea, but nobles wouldn't be caught dead in a space with me. I am the problem. If they know that I am associated with this project then…"

Barlow blurted out. "To where?" "BlackLabel Club," Staring blankly at Mr. Barlow, Rome said nothing as he thought, 'The BlackLabel club. A club to envy. Its members consist of only the prestigious and most elite businessmen and women in the country. What an old crook.' When Catherine and Mr. Barlow locked eyes, she scowled at him. But he casually gazed back at Rome and said, "As you know, BlackLabel don't just accept anyone."

She greeted her with a smile. "By the way, that's why we're here because there's a party going to be at our mansion." The language is Mr. Ferrer to me. "My father is right and this is Javier, use it because it's a masquerade party. It's for the prosperous management of my father's company." Smiling Claudia handed me and black mask only half. I reached for it and laid it on the table. "Then thank you very much. I'll take Elisa with me, just to have fun." I spoke and they just nodded.

We left the club and got into a black SUV that was idly waiting outside for our departure. “So where are we going?” I inquire in the car. He smirks at me, “It’s one of the most exclusive clubs we have. We have four other of these places around the pack, but this one is the largest and the clientele is…nicer to look at,” He smiles still not giving away exactly where we are going, leaving me to crack the mystery. I nodded, “So…a public place?” “Yes and no…it is a public place however, it provides the privacy we are seeking,” he explains.

Scar The Oak Club is the most exclusive invitation-only club on the planet. More exclusive than Bohemian Grove. More exclusive than the nuclear bunkers under the White House. It sits at the end of a long, private driveway, hidden behind high concrete walls lined with crushed glass and dotted by security cameras. Men in dark suits wander the scrubby grounds between the public world and the private oasis beyond. The scrubland gives way to a gorgeous ocean of green grass, shrubs, flowers, and trees, with the club itself in the center of all that gorgeously manicured plant life.

"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.

“This could really boost your business, you know? Think about it, Lilith. Cross-sharing information, techniques, regulating and promoting matchmakers that are legitimate and not corrupted by nepotism. The industry could be managed well with most of us in one place. We could have client monopoly. Hell, you could even expand your business by buying out some of the retiring ones.” “You really thought this through…” I breathed deeply and rubbed my forehead. It was perplexing but…it wasn’t an entirely awful idea. “You and I are the most popular matchmakers out there right now.” He insisted. “People will trust us and with someone of your personality, I’m sure it would be a huge success.” “If that’

Lucas's POV I always thought the word “exclusive” was just marketing bullshit, a gloss the desperate rich layered over their pitiful longing to be envied. But tonight, as I waited in the gold-lit hush of Eleven Madison Park—every table empty but the one at the window where I sat, every candle and wild floral arrangement burning in tribute to us alone—I began to appreciate the other meaning: a secret shared between predators.