Hollywood Vip Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Why couldn't we go to Adrian's club instead?“ I asked. Halsey wrinkled her nose in disgust. “No way. After what he did to me? I'll pass. Besides, this club is way better than his.“ She approached the male bartender by the counter. “Is there a private VIP section lounge here?“ “Yes, there is.“ “Can you have one of your staff take my friend there while I order our drinks?“ He nodded. “Not a problem.“ Calling over a female staff member, the bartender gave her instructions as she led me to the VIP lounge. As I waited for Halsey to join me, my phone buzzed. It was Adrian. He had told me to inform him of whenever Halsey was taking me after we had arrived. I was about to pick up his call when Hals

She exhaled, as if shedding a troublesome burden. Elise got into the waiting car, sinking into the back seat, trying to relax for a moment before resuming her work. She picked up her phone, idly scrolling through social media on the anonymous account she used to keep her personal life private. Her eyes stopped on an image that appeared on the screen: Daniel and Sophia, both beaming radiantly together. Below the picture was information about their upcoming engagement.

"Those ladies still waiting might curse us out. Let them. We’ve already achieved the goal." We pushed into the heart of the club. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, high end gin, and the low thrum of deep house music. Hailey leaned in close to my ear, her voice barely audible over the beat. "This is the spot, Marissa. New York’s best. But look up there," she pointed to a frosted glass balcony overlooking the floor. "That is the VVIP tier. The highest ranking. Those people don't even let their faces be seen. They wear masks the entire night...total anonymity, total power. You don't get up there unless you're a god or a monster."

Morris stopped abruptly as he looked at me uncomfortably, “On this lady. I mean that night, Mr Hogg used a rare aphrodisiac which only supplies the dealer of Jupiter club.” Keir’s face darkened as he asked, “Are you sure?” Morris nodded his head, “Yes, I am. Mr. Hogg must be part of their VIP guests.” Keir gritted his teeth furiously as he cursed under his breath, “That bastard! Is he plotting against us?” Morris calmly answered, “Sir, we can confirm anything until we find the proof. But, I am sure that Mr Hogg alone can’t handle such a huge business. Someone is backing him up and we need to find that name.”

Who do you think you are? When Ellie saw what was happening, she hurriedly spoke up to try to ease the tension and awkwardness. "Theo, Cornell's quite well-known in the industry too. He even received a VIP invitation to this event today! That's why we're here." Theo just laughed coldly. His eyes turned sharp. "A VIP invitation? There are only ten of those given out, and they were all given only to Max's family, friends, and sponsors. Where did yours come from?"

Harden replied, and Hazel chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re like Alex, who’s not a fan of anything,” she said, and the bright smile on Harden’s face disappeared. “Let me taste,” he said, making Hazel laugh. “Mmm,” he moaned after trying it, and Hazel chuckled. “You like it, don’t you?” she asked, and Harden nodded, smiling. After nearly an hour, the car parked at the VIP section of the museum. Harden got out and helped Hazel, just as a paparazzo snapped some photos from a distance, having been tipped off that she was in Hawaii.

Heavy metal music blasted through the speakers, and the dance floor was alive with wild, swirling bodies. "What do you want to drink?" Halsey asked. "Fruit juice," Madeline replied. Halsey laughed. "No juice in a bar. How about a blue cocktail instead?" Soon, two blue cocktails arrived. Both of them relaxed, sipping their drinks. Suddenly, a commotion stirred nearby. Someone whispered, "Hey, look at that VIP booth! It's all booked tonight. I heard it's Gilbert Greenwood's birthday, and some rich kids are throwing him a party."