Harley Quinn Nightclub Novels & Stories

"I'll be partying with Madison and Blanca, and you are not allowed to hover or play the protector. They are under my care, and that's final." I had complete trust in Willow, so I reluctantly nodded and gave in to her demands. Spoiler Alert: I lost sight of the girls within twenty minutes of entering the nightclub. The place was enormous, with three stories of balconies overlooking a jam-packed dance floor. Colorful strobe lights illuminated the crowd of swaying and gyrating bodies, while a DJ spun my favorite electronic tracks from a raised table, filling the space with amplified music.

KC asked. "Shoot." Harley replied. "Can you show me the video of the back hallway? Go back about twenty minutes?" KC asked. "Sure. Give me a second." Harley replied. He pulled up that video. Then started to rewind it. When he got back to the point where Danielle walked into the hallway, he told him to stop and play from there. Not only was there video, but sound as well. When he saw and heard what happened he got pissed. "You know putting her hands on a club daughter is grounds for banishment." Harley offered.

-But please, do it inside the car, Caleb, because I can't stand this rain pouring down my back anymore," joked Vinicius, heading towards the car with his friends laughing behind his back. Inside the car, without soaked shirts and a towel in hand to dry their hair - hardly Gael knowing what or who his friends had become. Caleb started the story. 5 years ago The friends were at a nightclub/hip hop, they even invited Gael, but Gael had a bad cold and preferred to stay home. The mirrored, steel Luna Blue concert hall was packed with people, the huge speakers and the DJ's pick ups were in the corner, strobe lights formed various shapes on the floor, ceiling and wall giving that hallucinating rhyt

Stanley said. Xyla was extremely happy to hear this. “Honey, you’re the best…” “However, you know your physical condition. You have to come home by twelve at the latest…” Stanley said. “Can we make it two o’clock past midnight? I’m very happy, and I can’t fall asleep too early tonight…” Xyla said. “Be good. Listen to me…” Stanley said. “Fine…” Xyla replied. On a few of the live stream channels— “Ahh… The largest nightclub in the city center? How much does that cost for one night?”

Hadn’t he noticed Quinn was the one in control? “It’s my Harley.” Quinn grunted. Yeah, he wouldn’t let anyone else ride his, either. “I’ll talk to the team.” “Whatever.” Cade vanished back to the studio. He was pushing and pushing and pushing. If he pushed Quinn too far, he wouldn’t like the results. Quinn picked up his phone. “Change of plan for the evening,” he said when Tormac answered. “We’re going clubbing.” “Okay, Jace is ready to follow when you are. Give us the club details and we’ll have a team in place.”

I assured her. "I know that Ava; I just feel awful for killing a child; maybe she didn't know anything and was just in a grieving era,” Harley said, and I rolled my eyes at her. “Come off it, Harley, we have done worse than this, and aside from that, Nikky knew something, and she was going to say it on your wedding day; I felt it,” I said, and Harley nodded her head, still not convinced. "I told you, she was at a coven; Nikky being there alone makes us exposed; we get almost all our help from the witches, imagine she was already friends with El; we would be in big fucking trouble,” I yelled, trying to explain, trying to be logical with Harley.

"I'm satisfied with what I’ve got." Later in the day, Kelvin felt restless. He could not get the last conversation with Adrian out of his head. Quilox. He had visited the nightclub, a hip building that was illuminated by neon and flamboyantly towering like a party candle amidst the radiating night sky. He was attracted to the outside light, with laughter and music enveloping him, like a forbidden fruit. He imagined the interior, plush sofas sitting in a circle around tables where candles burned, the occasional clinking of glasses, and hushed conversation mingling into a peaceful ambiance.

Music already pulses through the walls faintly. Bass vibrating beneath concrete. It feels so comforting. I park the Bugatti between a Bentley and a motorcycle that definitely belongs to someone with emotional instability and excellent cheekbones. Then I step out into the cold night air. Cave Club lives underground beneath an abandoned theatre. Which honestly feels very on-brand for queer nightlife. The bouncer nods once when he sees me. “Wagwan, Lucas.” “Devastating as always, Marcus.” “Aye, fam. You’ll be ait."

“Toodaloo, sweet stuff!” I wink at him as I slip past the seal and into the supernatural area which seems to exist in a dimension all its own. The music here is varied and hard hitting, there are caged dancers, S&M performers and drinks designed for our systems. I stroll up to the bar and ask for a triple cherry blossom cooler. The bartender’s eyes go wide. “My bestie in New York owns a shifter nightclub. I know what I’m doing,” I say. “Yeah, there is a lot of alcohol in it, but you are the first Kitsune I’ve met besides myself. I lost my parents before I was old enough to walk,” the bartender says.

By now, Griff and the others would have made it to the nightclub next door, and I could man the entrance and not look like I’d been trying to gain his attention. “Fine.” I walked across the bar, pulled the door open, and stepped into the night. Larissa was outside waiting for me, her eyes bright. A bus parked outside Coyote Wicked, its passengers streaming into the club’s entrance, where a pair of elephant shifters in tuxedos ushered them inside. I turned my gaze back to the massive dome looming out from behind the stores in front. Moonlight glinted on its smooth surface, making it look like a solid sphere of onyx.