Hellfire Club Novels & Stories

I imagine the fox and Willow playing at tying one another up and the wolf sucking me off while we both watch, but I don’t cum until images of the half fae bartender joining the wolf flood my mind and I cum with a roar. That was fucking hot, but I don’t know where it came from. I have had orgies and threesomes, but never have I fantasized about such a situation or cum so hard from masterbating. The stress of getting everything finished for the club must be grating on me. I have to visit Morte Diem to check out how they handle a few things. They are the other supernatural club in town that has a similar theme and vibe and they are relatively new.

The bass pounded through the club, shaking the floor beneath me, as neon lights painted the crowd in vibrant colours. Jess leaned in, shouting over the deafening music, "I can’t believe you have to work with that bitch Nicole!" I rolled my eyes, the tequila shot I’d just taken warming me from the inside. "I can’t believe it either," I replied, scanning the packed club. Jess had suggested we come to Club Fire to blow off some steam. It was nice, but nothing like the exclusive billionaire’s club.

Felix’s POV Blood and fire coursed through my veins as I walked through the hallway. That bastard had once again humiliated me. But I was not going to let this slide. I dipped my hand into my pocket, taking out my phone as I dialed Ingrid’s number. She was the best chance I had to take down that man. The Belmont was one of the strongest in the city, almost the same as the Reyes. Let’s see how much of a douchebag he’ll be when he’s at war with the Reyes.

One evening, as she took me to watch the sunset, she shyly told me, "Ella, when I got your letters in middle school, you had no idea how much I wished I could stay by your side forever." I let out a soft chuckle, only to be wracked with a fit of coughing. As I coughed, blood started dripping from my nose again. She scrambled to wipe it away and poured me some warm water to drink. I asked her, "Is that why you wanted to be with Brandon?" She hesitated for a moment. Then, after a pause, she nodded. Her eyes reddened, but her gaze was steady as she said, "Yes. Ella, you never told me who you really were. You only say you worked at Foster Group, so I…"

“Fuck you all. I could just go to the cops. If I cooperate, and give up information about your clubs, I’ll get out in a few years, plus I’ll be protected by my people while I’m on the inside. “Wrong again, El Dildo Supremo,” Clutch said. “I’m reason number three,” Hatch said, stepping forward. “The Dogs of Fire don’t want you or your club in our town anymore, so from now on, whenever one of your club members gets arrested, which is gonna be a lot considering three of our new patches are in law enforcement—” “Fuck you! You can’t—”

She sped up when she found herself approaching a group of drunken young men, terrified of them, jogging over the wet sand towards the shop that was now in her sight. ***************************** It's zero hour, Arn and Kyle entered the cave to burn it, and Jaden and his soldiers stayed outside from the cave. The border of the Black Forest, Isaiah and his band went to protect the eastern side of the sea in order to catch those trying to escape through it.

His thumb strokes slowly, like a warning disguised as affection. We turn a corner, and then I see it. HELL UNDERGROUND . A club I’ve only heard about in whispers, late-night horror stories, rumors from flight attendants, stories so wild people swore it wasn’t real. A place where the rich go to sin. Where people disappear into back rooms and come out changed. Where the wrong look can get you dragged into a basement you’ll never leave. And now? I think I’m married to the owner.

What was I supposed to tell them, that the dead were walking again? The receiver felt heavy in my hand. The number I dialed was burned into my memory. “Welcome to the Wellness Alliance,” came the smooth, practiced greeting. Their tone was gentle, corporate, the kind meant to soothe anxious patients and reporters alike. On paper, the Alliance was a mental health and rehabilitation clinic. But I knew the truth. Behind that smiling logo was the Seraphic Shadowmenders Guild, a network of healers, fighters, and scientists who dealt with what the world was not supposed to see.

and a plus to the club 'cause sometimes, she assists the club's resident doctor, Phillip, in taking care of the club members healthwise. "Women talks, pfft." Bishop said with a sigh, his face having a strong looking of irritation as he leaves the bar. "Misogynistic cock." Money muttered. "Not sure his cock hates pussy. He had four women in Safe Haven last night." Niko clarified. "I heard them screaming his name from inside while I was passing that area." The clubhouse had two playrooms...playroom, I mean halls strictly meant for sexual activities. One was called 'Safe Haven' that belonged to only the top dogs of the club and the other, named Freaky Spot' which belonged to other members of th

Kerce drank slowly. "Ghillie Club is the top search topic today again in the country." Austin mentioned, checking his phone too. "It has been topping the search for months now. Everyone has been locking for source, Those peeps are interestingly dark that Uriel's work." Kerce drank. "Uriel, Tino blinked. "Bro, he's insanely rich. Who could have sworn he's the owner of the club." "He's not, we are plenty," kerce dropped his glass, looking at some group of tattoed guys at a corner in that bar.