Host Club 소설 & 이야기

Rowan I sit in my office overlooking the club. My one-way window allows me to watch the masses of people who crave to be seen, touched or used in whatever way previously consented. This is my dark side. The one very few people know about. I run a billion-dollar company during the day. On our monthly club weekends, I am part owner of the Hidden Chamber. An adult’s club for people needing to give or be controlled. BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here.

YOO-MI’s POV I need a drink. I really need a drink. The Club Syndrome is a huge bar on the outskirts of town, far off the beaten path. It’s popular with tourists and a few town regulars. Different colors of lights emitted a bright glow outside its huge glass door making the whole place lighted. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, arms over my chest, debating whether or not I really wanted to go in.

She asked as I chuckled softly. "It's more than okay. $200 per hour sounds like magic to me," I answered happily. "I'm glad to know, but before we reach, I would like you to learn about a few rules of my club," she said. "Okay," I answered. "My club has both humans and supernatural beings as customers and clients. Only rich clients and customers get to walk into my place. The building is divided into three parts. At the top of the building is where the humans usually chill, party, and drink. The bartender and DJ are vampires. Not to brag, but my kind does have killer bodies and faces before your own," she said as I glared at her.

Leah's POV "This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled to myself as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club. This high-end clubhouse was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gather to unwind and have fun. The interior design was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows that offer a stunning view of the city skyline. Unlike other poorly-lit live houses in town, the lighting inside Sheridan Club was soft and warm, creating a relaxing ambiance.

The last thing I remember is him saying that he loved me before I completely dozed off. This is one of the most crazy-ass parties I have seen at the clubhouse, and that is something because, trust me, when I have seen them partying like animals. The entire road in front of the clubhouse is blocked and has turned into a live dancing club with music blaring from the speakers so loud that even the deaf can hear it. People, even from nearby towns, have come to the cub to party because free booze and women are something that these pigs can't say no to. I am glad that my sons are not old enough to understand what is going on because this party is definitely not kids friendly at all.

Jo’s POV It was already 10:00 pm when we reached to the club. It was one of those new and deluxe night clubs, where you can get in only if you have an invitation or if you wait on line for good couple of hours. Thank Goodness, Andrea, my high school friend is working in the Business so we don’t have to worry about anything. It is one of those upscale clubs with a trendy modern design and huge dance floor. The music is laud but nobody seemed to care, everyone is dancing and by the look on their faces, they all are having a good time.

There were in a ton of cliques in the small Pelican Bay High School where we attended, but that didn't stop his sister from being a friend to everyone. The world is lacking one hell of an amazing woman with her loss. Everyone is still picking up their pieces. But there's no time to spend being upset over things I can't control. I have a club to make sure doesn't implode tonight and a big hunky Marine to keep watch over at the same time. It isn't until we're walking up the tall staircase of the club that it hits me. Huxley is not going to like what he sees on the dance floor tonight. The Loft is not a country western bar with line dancing or a Christian rock venue. Most nights it gets rowdy.

Velkan tells me, as if I hadn't found them reaching out. "Let's see, shoot," I answer. "Well," he says a bit hesitantly, but he looks me in the eye with a twisted smile, "it's that you spend so much time working here, and we think you'd want to go out to a club." "Know one close by, it's called Scarlet Moon, it's for teenagers, you're going to love it," Kayra adds with a smile, as she puts her arm around her shoulders. "Teen club, don't mess me," I reply and snort, "there's no such thing and I don't have a fake ID."

She could only follow Chloe to the bar. When they went before, there were no customers in the bar. Now that they went there, there were only a few more customers in the bar. It was a few young boys and girls. They were at most 18 or 19 years old. Sea Horizon Club would not let underage people go to the bar to drink. The group drinking there were three men and two women. Their relationship was unknown. Chloe drank while joking with Ellena, "Guess which two are lovers over there?"

CHAPTER ONE I was to be the entertainment for this evening. I knew this. I had freely agreed to it. After all, my sex life had hit a very long dry spell. When Clara, one of my girlfriends, had mentioned this club that she belonged to – a "kinky sex club" was her description – it sounded like just what I needed. "The men and women there are reasonably attractive," Clara assured me. "Although none of them are supermodels, they are certainly focused on sex and having a good time. Aimie, I really think you would find it fun, too."