Gatcha Club Novels & Stories

"Hungry?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." He nodded. "Well, we'll eat at Club Moroii." A crease formed between my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "Club Moroii?" He smirked. "It's the most prestigious club for the supernatural in Las Vegas. It's above Lance's casino." I raised an eyebrow. "And the humans don't know?" He shook his head. "No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only."

23% ------ Rank 7 - Clan Gaia (189.01 B) Change - 5.4 B | -23.23% ------ Rank 8 - Sun Eagles (188.39 B) Change - 3.9 B | +7.23% ------ Rank 9 - Nefarious Legacy (187.22 B) Change - 3.1 B | -1.23% ------ Rank 10 - Bone Wolves (180.39 B ) Change - 1.1 B | -15.23%

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 all-supernatural bar, I opted for

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.

"It was Guild Club No.8, Box 8045. The owner's surname is Ramos. You can go find him now! Remember to dress you up." The words "club" made Skylar's heart pound. The club did not seem to be a proper place for negotiation.

"Yeah, I'm coming out, just a moment." We arrived at the Daxology Club. This exclusive club serves multiple purposes, similar to a pleasure club, and is only open to members of the most prestigious clans. Apart from the fact that it serves multiple purposes, I am utterly confused about what else this club offers. The Martinellis sure know how to throw a farewell party; Astrella is really lucky, her hubby is so extravagant. When will I get to have that?

It was a wild scene to behold. If I didn’t perform well enough, would I join them? I probably would. For my baby, maybe I have no choice. The stranger stopped to greet some people on the way. Then we walked up the stairs and into an office. After I took a seat and introduced myself, he started to introduce this place. “My name is Giovanni Battista and this is Club Eclipse.” “Club Eclipse is an exclusive nightclub that caters for the elite. We employ only the best dancers to satisfy the needs of our clients. And like I said earlier, I can tell you're a great dancer and you'll excel in this company,” he said.

The designer had done a splendid job of creating an almost erotic experience for each person. “There’s no information about the club online, and even their I*******m is sparse with very little details,” Emma said as we scrolled through the iPad placed in front of us with a variety of alcohol and snacks and even rooms. I was still gaping at it when she clicked through the cocktails and ordered three for us. “It’s apparently invite only, and you can upgrade your membership. Do you want to eat anything?” “Even I’m not rich enough to eat a taco for twenty dollars,” Summer scrolled through the other snack options and selected nachos instead. She turned to Emma and said, “How the hell did you grab

Only age eighteen and above are allowed in. I was given a card. Writing on it was, Clubber 4999. What does this code mean? I pondered. Same card was handled to my friend, Rachel. Getting into her hand. I peeped on the card. Clubber 5000 was on her own. My heart still pondering. “What does this code mean ?” I asked here, showing her my card. “Oh........you’re the 4999th person entering tonight” She replied. “They did that, to monitor the crowd inside the club.

Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it. They organize rescue missions for women and children in sex trafficking and drugs. They have some government contracts and some from private citizens. They are also for private hire of lost and kidnapped women, children, and men. They own several local businesses also. Jarret the president of the club, was left his grandfather's farm of two hundred acres. The farm hadn't been a working farm in years. So, the guys tore down all the old buildings and built a large clubhouse. It has a large main room, game room, bar, exercise room, kitchen with dining room, and 20 bedrooms with bathrooms.