Novel & Cerita Exclusive Club

I planned on announcing the glorious details of the contract with Dockett Industries. Then I was planning on driving a stake right through the heart of Worth. They were such bad boys after all. They deserved to be knocked down a peg or two. Or ten. They belonged to an exclusive club, not the brick-and-mortar kind frequented after a long day at work, although it was my belief the members held regular, secret meetings on a bi-monthly basis. From what I could tell, the club was exclusive, highly secretive, and by invitation only. That meant only the richest men could apply, deviant fantasies brought to life by one rich and powerful owner. Of course I hadn’t been

True, he has stolen some clients from me; but he still isn’t in my league, he still cannot reach places I can easily get to. After a quick shower, I hit the club. Sparks is an exclusive club owned by an acquaintance. I own a portion of the business, and I come in once in a while to check on my investment. Today is not one of those days. I like the fact that I can come in and forget about everything. I'm here because I can be myself here. It is not frequented by the usual horny, half drunk or high crowd; just rich people trying to unwind. For me, it is a good place to pick up women, either the filthy rich hoping for a good time, or socialites hoping to find a m

he growled. But I refused. I crossed my arms, feeling a sense of defiance. Sandra's expression turned cold. "Get out," she spat. "I don't need some mute girl who can't even sing. You're worthless to me." Uncle Freddy's face turned red with anger. "You don't understand," he began. But Sandra cut him off. "No, I don't pay for defective goods. Get out, and don't come back." Uncle Freddy's eyes flashed with anger, but he knew better than to cross Sandra. He grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the club.

“There are circles I want to be part of. The kind of women who make moves before the world sees them coming. Quiet power. Generational wealth. You know the type.” I smiled, my heart beating faster for an entirely different reason now. She had no idea what door she’d just opened. “Well,” I said slowly, “there is something.” Julia’s eyes locked on mine. “There’s a club,” I continued, swirling the lie around my tongue like wine. “Private. Elite. For women like us. Business wives. Leaders. Visionaries. It's not the kind of thing you find on G****e. Invitation only.” Julia leaned forward, hooked like a fish. “You’re serious?”

Mateo’s hand traced Victor’s bicep. The business talk began, a blur of stakes and territory. Victor leaned into Mateo’s shoulder, playing the part of the devoted mate. "It isn't about the credits, Hassan," Victor interrupted, his voice surprisingly steady. "The Vargas Nightclubs hold a monopoly on the elite sector. Exclusivity is a scent you can't buy, no matter how much gold you pour into those border-pack bars. They don't have the edge. They don't have the teeth." Rahman laughed, leaning back. "Ah. So you’ve been tracking my recent acquisitions. I thought those 'secret' purchases were well-hidden."

Lucy Cole POV ​We went to an exclusive club for the elite. Maisie, Linda and I looked at each other. The club has only twenty members as far as we know. Josh Morgan Sterling maintains a membership here, too. We knew because we sometimes arranged his meetings here. What was even more surprising was that the host recognized Zeke Alexander. When he spotted him coming in, he bowed his head courteously. “Mr. Alexander! Welcome back!” “It’s good to be back, Ronnie.”

"Sorry about that." Selena didn't look up. "You don't have to explain your calls to me." Claire went quiet. The words hadn't been deliberately cruel, but Selena knew they had landed where they were supposed to. There had been a time when Claire could tell her anything. A time when Selena would have asked what was wrong, listened to every complaint, and probably offered advice even when none was requested. That time was over. At least for now. Selena turned another page. "The exclusivity clause needs to be more specific. It should state exactly what the buyer is entitled to, including whether the design itself is exclusive or whether the finished piece is the only one of its kind."

Just the man. It was an invitation to the Global Maritime Summit in Copenhagen. Not an invitation—a summons. It was the most exclusive event in the shipping world, where the true giants of commerce—the owners of the private fleets, the heirs to the old shipping dynasties, the chosen few who traded above the noise of public markets—met behind closed doors. Membership was by birth or invitation-only, a nod from the existing members. It was a club Clarkson's father had dreamed of belonging to but never had. To self-made Roberts, it had been the final, unconquerable barrier of old money and tradition. And now they were inviting him.

You have to be an exclusive member to be able to participate in these events. “How did you get these?” He excitedly asked Bruno who snickered before replying. “The Club Roman has finally accepted your application to be a member.” Bruno informed him. Nico sighed. Even with his money and newfound position as the head of the Castiliogne Family, it took him a while to join the exclusive club for the elite. The club accepted its members by invitation only. If no original member invited you, you can not get in. “How much did you pay for these?” Nico was surprised with Bruno’s cunning. He was impressed that he was able to secure a ticket for the event this weekend

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an al