Gacha Club Base 소설 & 이야기

From a distance, they looked like lionesses with wings. They did not look like gargoyles at all. The recreational club was built on a mountainside and next to a river. The luxury cars parked before it were too many to count. Perhaps due to it being located at the hot spring resort under Black Corporation, the recreational club’s business was really good. Its customers were all important people and spent a lot of money inside it. If Charmed was the Fritzgerald family’s underground money-printing machine, this club was the Fritzgerald family’s aboveground money-maker.

Marcus catches my eye across the room and raises his glass. Under the table, my phone buzzes. Ryan: When can we do this again? I look at him across the dessert table. He’s watching me with dark eyes, cake fork in hand, looking like he wants to eat something else entirely. I create a group chat right there at the family dinner table. Add Marcus. Add Ryan. Name it: The Basement Club Me: Same time next month? Marcus: I’ll bring better wine. Ryan: I’ll bring toys. I lock my phone and take another bite of cake.

Maya's pov “You should come,” Benta whines as I close the locker, fixing my jacket. “Yeah, you came back and have been working nonstop, you need to have some fun,” Liv adds, swaying her hips. I chuckle pulling the bag to my shoulder. “Ugh, don't you even dare say no tomorrow we don't have work,” Benta interjects. I smile nodding. I need some fun. They all cheer. “We are going to the club,” Lisa hums.

Turns out their name is Inagawa Kai and Kudo Kuzakura. They escort us to their car and we go to their base since their oyabun, Iwamoto Hisao. I perk my curiosity since usually, they name their clan with the surname of the head but this gang named it differently. But oh well, better not question it, hence I'm seeking trouble. Upon our arrival, there was a traditional Japanese house that you usually see in the 19s era. The big door and traditional ornaments and the wooden block with the writing Yangoku. Well, from what I know, Japanese Yakuza tend to build their base in an old or traditional model to show chivalry.

she says, voice lower now, venom curling around each syllable, “too bad I have your twin deep inside me—fucking me like the beast he is. He’s stronger than you, Rafaele. And he’ll protect me from the likes of you.” The line goes dead and so does the phone as i blast it across the space. ~~AURELIA~~ It’s evening now, and the club is in full swing. Though, I can’t even really call it a club—there are too many nooks and crannies. A place filled with shiny machines and people sitting in front of them, dragging some lever down and cursing in anger as they stare at the screens. Gladis explained it’s some kind of game where people throw in huge amounts of money and spin in hopes of winning more.

Pat - "No questions, just play. It's 1v1 this time. You will play four games with four different players this time." Jc didn't care, logging his account on the most popular game until now, a team-based strategy game where two teams of five powerful champions face off to destroy the other's base. This game is 'Glory Legends' "Welcome back, Grandpa07!" Pat - "Pffft! Hahaha." Seeing Jc's nickname again, he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. Jc - "Okay, you triggered me now, a thousand for every win, or else I'll just go now."

The Regional Reaper's clubhouse was a lively, vibrant venue that pulsed with energy every night. Located in a secluded part of the clan’s territory, the building was designed to offer a private, exclusive space where members could unwind and have fun. And thanks to Godfather Marco's high end tastes, it was much different than any other MC clubhouse in the EU.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.