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This is like another world. Stace smiles and takes my hand and we casually stroll around and look at all of the tables. There is Poker, Roulette, various card dealers at tables playing a wide assortment of games. The air is thick with smoke and clearly the universal occupational health and safety guidelines don’t apply to high rollers. Large lounges sat in pairs line the perimeter, and the whole back wall is a giant fish tank complete with huge sharks and tropical fish. It’s like a James Bond movie. I smirk to myself. Wow, isn’t this something? People are laying chips everywhere like candy—chips that are at least ten thousand dollars each. The room has an entitled feel to it. Everyone in her

Dahlia, this little beauty, has a few friends who keep us company. I look over in the direction Joe is pointing and see a swarm of young girls who appear to be closer to eighteen than twenty-five years old. I have serious doubts that Dahlia should be holding that drink in her hand. I'm going to need a drink or five to get through the rest of the night. I walk over to the bar and order a rum and Coke. Two young ladies immediately encircle me. "Hello, my name is Honey," one of them says. "And I'm Sugar," the other adds.

Iphan scoffed "Only if Cage knew that he's more of a lapdog than a right hand man. Poor him. He doesn't know how much of a puppet he is" "Lame joke!" Baron rolled his eyes "I'd rather you cut off your hands 'cause they pilfer X-habit's drugs and money like they don't" Iphan said, a look of seriousness growing on his face "Fucking stay out of my shit, Iphan" Baron snarled "No! You stay out of X-habit's shit!" Iphan shot back

Grandma Hanabi entered the kitchen again after she gave Haku the new batch of food. She heard sounds from the back room and decided to have a peek. She lowered the heat of the stove and tip-toed to the back room’s doorway. She saw Jai and Darrion sitting around the table and enjoying the snacks and the grated ice that Haku had re-frozen. But the other guy, the windlet with messy spiky hair but charming smile, was nowhere to be seen.

“Welcome back to the Lunatic’s Club, my man.” “I’m no lunatic anymore, lunatics,” Phoenix replied with a grin, accepting the cupcake and taking a bite. “This tastes good. Thanks, buddy.” Atticus chuckled softly. Oh, right. There were two clubs in Bachelor’s Village—the Bachelor Men’s Club, for those who were married or about to get married, and the Lunatic’s Club, for singles without love lives. “Welcome back, Atticus,” Leo greeted, handing her a tulip. “Good to see you again.”

Like a secret club for readers who are obsessed with this story HotForFiction: What about “The Midnight Society”? Since the author is MidnightConfessions? BookLover673: Ooh I like that! We need a code word too. Something we can say in public without people knowing what we’re talking about DarkDesires22: What about “ice cream”? Like, “Did you get your ice cream today?” meaning “Did you read the new chapter?” User_Anonymous: GENIUS. I’m dying. SpicyBooks4Life: Okay it’s official. We’re The Midnight Society and our code is ice cream. Anyone who knows, knows. Do you all agree????.

Nina couldn't stop smiling, it felt like being able to eat at an expensive restaurant like this was a rare fortune for her. "What did I order?" She uttered while looking at the menu list. "Just order, don't think too much !" "I heard that this restaurant's most famous dish is abalone." "So?" "Hehe... can I order that or not?" "You really don't know yourself, do you? Don't because you're being treated, you can order whatever you want!"

The meeting goes down in five. My heart rate ratchets. I send back a smiley face because I want all his attention on what's going down at his end. Thankfully, my turn with the dice is coming up, which will give me something else to concentrate on. I peer down at the score sheet that gives the rundown for how many points are scored with three throws of six dice. It seemed complicated at first, but I've gotten the hang of it. I try not to think of Moon. He said the most dangerous time will be on his drive back through the desert after the meeting. It will be a minimum of three hours before he's home and I know he's safe. I throw the dice and eventually pass them along. "So, is Moon as scrumpti