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"I didn't talk to you.” Bruce watched my back, where Tyler should be, but now he was marching to the DJ's table. As soon as he reached the place and turned off the music, pulling wires and producing a high-pitched hum in everyone's ear, the lights turned on and the doors were opened for good. My security guards came in, grumaging to expel customers. At first, some thought it was a joke. On the days when the nightclub worked as a nightclub for ordinary people, the drink was released, so many were drunk. Those who were laughing were personally escorted out. The others tripped, thinking it was a fire.

“I promise this will be quick.” Adrian snapped. “Security!” A few guards moved foward…..but then stopped, frozen in place like someone had yanked their batteries out. “What?” Adrian barked. “Move.” Nothing…..It was like they were being controlled. Phones were already out…..Of course they were…..Everyone smelled scandal. Rich people were always able to smell a scandal coming. The masked man smiled beneath the mask. “Tonight,” he said, “we’re going to talk about Freya…….” The room went dead.

one of them mocked. Inner Devil 2: ‘Let me out. I need to slap that woman’s face!’ “All this drama! Just leave,” said the redhead. Losing her patience, Freya texted Kenneth: [I’m in Freedonia, at your building lobby. Your receptionists refused to inform you. I need to speak with you. It’s life or death.] She called again. And again. “I think it’s time to call security,” the redhead murmured. Then, finally, Kenneth answered. “Freya.”

Another woman. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Allison stood stunned beside me, her expression unreadable now. Whispers rippled through the crowd. The music seemed to continue somewhere far away, but in my head, it was dead silence. I felt my chest tighten, not in sadness, but fury. White-hot, bone-deep fury. Suddenly, the music kicked back in, louder, angrier. The DJ, unaware of the drama unfolding in the VIP booth, had shifted to a new track. Something fast. Pulsing. Violent.

She needed a quick break. “Freddie, I’m heading to the loo. Can you cover for me?” she called out to the other bartender, who gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing. I’ve got it,” Freddie replied, taking over her station. Furina navigated through the dimly lit hallway that led to the restroom. The pulsating lights from the club barely reached the hallway, casting eerie shadows along the walls. Her thoughts were preoccupied with the stress of her recent troubles when a drunken man stumbled into her path.

Derek asked with a smile as he clasped his hands together in front of him. **** It was a few minutes till midnight, and the place was bumping. The DJ Jeff M.C. was blasting Fortnight by Taylor Swift through the speakers. Ninety-percent of the customers were wearing complimentary party hats of various colors and styles. Some customers were blowing the noise makers already. Derek looked down at it all from his private loft. It was above the VIP section. He had created a part of the third level loft as a bedroom for when he didn’t feel like driving back to the penthouse after a long night.

The effect of the music, lighting and the alcohol was slowly making me feel free and I started to let go of my worries. I let the music carry me as I danced to its rhythm. After a while I was feeling all flustered and decided to go back to sit. However in my tipsy state I found I missed my turn and found myself at the rooftop. There were no people but I heard a voice inside the sheltered building and I don’t know why but I decided to get closer because the voices were very familiar. I walked to the door and stopped at the doorway looking in at what I later learnt was the VIP section. Though I was tipsy, I swear I could see Jayden with another woman standing very close to him between his legs

The music is electric as everyone dances to a remix of Ricki-Lee Coulter’s song ‘Raining Diamonds’, which tells me even the music is going to have a theme tonight. “If I don’t hear ‘Diamonds Are Forever’ by Shirley Bassey, at some point tonight, then this whole evening will have been an epic fail,” I warn Derrick. Derrick gasps, “I worked hard on this playlist. Do you really think I would ever leave out such an icon?” “I would hope not, for your sake.” “I swear you’re more of a gay man than half the gay men in here,” Wyatt jokes. “Very funny. How about I go and get us some drinks? What are you guys in the mood for?”

The stranger persisted, moving closer, his rank breath revolting as he whispered, "Oh, come on. I know a slutty Omega when I see one." The words hung in the air, a sinister revelation that heightened John's sense of vulnerability. The pulsating music and the vibrant lights of the club became a disorienting backdrop as John grappled with the unwelcome attention. The atmosphere shifted, plunging the night into an unforeseen tension, leaving John to navigate the unpredictability of the situation that had unfolded on the dance floor. Panic surged through John as the man's grip tightened, his attempts to shrug off the unwanted contact resembling a desperate dance. Frantically searching for help i

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"