Hazbin Hotel Gacha Club Novels & Stories

"Tonight, everything in this club is on me." The entire club went silent for a heartbeat, then erupted in thunderous cheers. Only Vincenzo's corner remained quiet as a grave. I looked at the bartender and placed my order. "Bring me ten bottles of your most expensive liquor." Then I shifted my gaze to Vincenzo's table. "Especially for that corner table. Send each of them a bottle. My treat." I paused. "Tell them Grazia Gatti is buying their drinks tonight."

I didn't need to ask to know what that was, and it startled me to realize how far she'd taken this. Lisa, who had always seemed so composed and proper, had hidden this wild side from me. If it hadn't been for our late-night heart-to-hearts after my breakup, I might never have known. Before long, we reached the "club spot" Lisa had mentioned earlier. It was a wide, flat area with two large tents set up, and to my surprise, there was even a small mountain hot spring nearby. As soon as we arrived, four men came out to greet us.

We get of our cars looking up at the sign that says CLUB ZION on a neon sign. Okay never heard of it but whatever. Shrugging my shoulders I walk in with the rest of the guys. It's mostly dark in the club with multiple stages with different women dancing. "What the fuck are they doing in s strip club?" Tristan says while looking at us. Tyson taps him on the shoulder and points to a big purple door that says "Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya" . "Of course they would go dancing and drinking. We need to get out of this section before they notice us and get more mad at us" Mitch says while looking for a escape.

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Yuck. “Fine. I might come a little late today tough. We girls decided we needed a break and are going to this club tonight. You want to come?” I actually gave it a thought but then my eyes fell on my bed. “Nah, you go enjoy. Drink some vodka from my side too.” “You sure?” Zivah coaxed. “You sound like you need some tequila shots.” The idea did sound super appealing but I was in no mood to get dressed. “You have fun babe.”

“Right under a nightclub.” Of course it was. “Damian’s using the place to scout new test subjects,” he added. “Drugs. Drinks. People disappear.” Ethan stepped in from the balcony, stretching. “What’s it called?” Lucas turned the tablet. The club’s logo glowed on the screen. **NOX.** Of course it was called something dramatic. Chloe finished her coffee and tossed the mug into the sink. “Let’s burn it down.” **Ethan’s POV**

I saw her entering the craziest club in the city—GARTER CLUB. It was known as a den for mafias, criminal gangs, where they do their shady businesses, some rumors have it that some werewolves and vampires were spotted around . It was not a place for Laura to be. I had shifted back and walked calmly into the club, the loud blasting music hit me once I was inside. It was packed full with people, different colors of light shone, many people dancing on the dance floor, some drinking and smoking. I felt so lost, I was looking so odd with my plain black jeans and black shirt with only a slippers. But me being out of place wasn’t my concern at that moment, my main worry is to find Laura in this big

But that’s where the performance ends. She’s just a means to an end. Not worth the mess between my legs. I brought the car to a stop just in front of a large, high-class building – The Vendata hotel – meant for the rich and powerful. Dominik only meets potential clients or allies inside CLUB RAZAEL – a hyper-exclusive, underground sex club hidden in plain sight in the underbelly of the luxury hotel. It was a place soaked in every dark, carnal fantasy that money could buy. The kind of place where clothes were optional and consent was assumed the second you stepped through the red-lit archways.

And shit, I find them cringe as fuck. Then, the message pops up. “DO YOU NEED A TRY OUT?!” The message says, blinking in red and silver on my screen as if my laptop has caught a virus. This is crazy. This is insane. I stare at it for some seconds before pressing on it and it leads me to another site entirely. “LA DEBAUCHÉ.” It reads. I squint and sit properly. And after some minutes, I came to a conclusion. La Debauché seems to be an exclusive gay club that has an ad running on the gay side of p**n hub and they prioritise customer’s privacy more than anything else based on demand.

"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."