Host Club Novels & Stories

"I think I need to not think about this." "Of course," he said immediately, with the kind of easy agreement that made everything worse. "If that's what you want, we'll go." --- The club was in the basement of a building in town, dark and pulsing and exactly what I needed to disappear into. Callum introduced me to his friends—a group of local men and their girlfriends, all of them warm and welcoming in the way small communities were, the kind of people who invited strangers into their circle without suspicion. The music was loud. The lights were strobing. The bodies were close.

“Don’t be like that Nina! Let me have some fun on vacation too!” “Okay, so I go to this club that is usually pretty good, Sunday nights are a bit slower but it is a good place to let loose if you guys want to go have a drink.” Kelly said as she slid into the booth neck to Zach, who had moved down to the back. I have just shoved a bite of food in my mouth so Zach could answer before I could. “Of course! What is the club?” Inwardly groaning I just let them figure it out. This chicken fried steak is mouthwatering and I could use a drink to relax. We might just be 18 but we don’t get drunk like humans do and we all carry fake IDs if we are in a human cub.

The Regional Reaper's clubhouse was a lively, vibrant venue that pulsed with energy every night. Located in a secluded part of the clan’s territory, the building was designed to offer a private, exclusive space where members could unwind and have fun. And thanks to Godfather Marco's high end tastes, it was much different than any other MC clubhouse in the EU.

Why? Not really sure what to say. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the hall of wherever he had brought me, sucking in a sharp exhale as I did. His words wrapped around me as I walked, but I pushed them out of my mind as I tried to navigate my way out of the building he had brought me to. I realized with just a few things I saw that it was Midnight Club, a popular clubhouse that serves as a bar, hotel, and club all three in one, and it was mostly frequented by bikers, racers, and all sorts of hooligans.

I have to clear my head till he text me, he surely would text me. I got out of the house and went into my car as I drove off to a club. Dammit. It's too early to come to a club, clubs are supposed to be nighties but not All Enjoyment Club; theirs is open both day and night and people stream it like their lives depended on it. The club was buzzing with people by the time I arrived. Jobless People. The light was reflecting different dim colours and it's hard to believe it's still afternoon with how dim the lights are. I walked toward my usual spot - the counter spot.

“Like BDSM?” “Sometimes. They’re not all into that, though. It’s more of a general fetish club, and it’s super exclusive. Everything’s wolf-themed, too, which sounds kind of kitschy, but the place is hella fancy, so they pull it off.” “So it’s a sex club.” Sandra laughed. “Well… yeah. When you get right down to the brass tacks, it is. But their events are really fun, and they’re open to the public.”

OLIVIA In the middle of rubble, under a bridge that barely stood, with cracks in the foundation, dust rising around the entrance, which added to the ambiance, a few of my friends had founded a club. That might’ve been a stretch— it was a shack with boarded-up windows and a craggy speaker blasting sounds in the corner. But it was ours. Charity threw her hand up, a Woo rippling across the floor of the club when we pushed our way through the crowd of clinging bodies. If there was only one place for people to find escape, you bet everyone’s there all hours of the day.

I go near to them and Samaria looks at my entire in a disapproving manner. "I knew that you are going to wear some shit so I bought a dress for you," she said to me. "But I am okay with this," I said to her. "We are going to the best club 'MOON CLUB'" she said and I have heard this name. It is the club where most of the werewolves go. " Is it okay to go because there will be humans too?" I asked my friends

Clients from the media often valued their privacy, and since Cece had met her fair deal of odd clients, she did not pay much attention to it. "Sure. Call me if you need anything, then." After ending the call, Vicky gathered her tools and headed out. Neon Club was the biggest clubhouse in Stoneford City where most wealthy individuals gathered and was only open to members. Vicky arrived and informed the host about her appointment. "Please wait for a moment. I'll need to call this in to confirm your appointment," said the host. She stood by the side and said, "Sure." A few minutes later, the host smiled at Vicky. "Allow me to lead the way, Miss Shaw."

Richard and his closest friends had been planning their boys' outing for weeks, and tonight was the night they were heading to "The Opulent Haven Club," a renowned establishment known for its extravagant ambience and entertainment offerings. Nestled in a posh corner of the city, the club boasted an impressive exterior with cascading waterfalls, grand archways, and golden accents that gleamed under the city lights.