Host Club Novels & Stories

Kennedy POV. Today's a special night in the local club, it's the special club in town, it's where every kink and lifestyle is accepted. Tonight is littles night, we've been into so many of those, but this night we have our own little, it's very common for it to be date night for cg and littles.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

Reece POV I arrived at the club in no time. It is a large grey building in the city, away from pack lands, that has a gothic look to it and also the best club around here. More than half the workers and people who came here were wolves, even the club. It was owned by a wolf, but the humans here didn't need to know that. I ambled graciously into the club, as the pugnant scent of alcohol mixed with cigarettes and the arousals of various wolves filled my nostrils, as I cringed, mentally reprimanding myself for being here and trying to recollect why exactly I was even here.

He says, maneuvering the busy street. I let out a small laugh as we pull up to Club Illusion, “I’ll see you in a bit. Call me if you need me.” He says and I smile, sliding out of the limo and walk toward the clubs. Club Illusion is a nightclub/hotel and by special invitation only. It’s for the rich and where all the kink community members go to be discrete.

“I don't want you sulking over that loser while I'm out there having fun.“ She slid into the car. “Fine.“ I didn't argue anymore since it seems she knows me too well. I dropped the bags on the backseat and slipped into the passenger seat. She revived the engine and we were off again. _______ Inside the clubhouse—Hops and Giggles was everything I hated. Red neon light. Loud music threatens to rip my ear drums. The stench smell of cigars and alcohol lingered in the air making it difficult for me to breathe. It was sinful and secretive—we had to wear a mask to conceal our identity. I find it strange but Lena said it was because they had a lot of high profile customers that would want to have fu

I hung back in the kitchen until Malik was alone, leaning against the counter with his phone. “Hey,” I said. He glanced up. “What’s up?” I shifted awkwardly, lowering my voice even though no one was close enough to hear. “Uh… weird question, but… the club we’re going to tonight… does it have… like… everything?” His brows furrowed. “Everything?” “Yeah, like…” My throat felt tight. “Like… a gay section or something.” Malik didn’t even blink. “Yeah. It’s one of those all-in-one places. Dance floors, different rooms, whatever you want.”

I cheer, bouncing with excitement on the couch. “What club?” He asked with a worried look in his eyes. “It is called The Quilox, and it is huge. Full of gays and…” “Yes, I have been there too.” He interrupted me, a hint of blush plastering his cheeks again. “Maybe, we could try another one if we both have already been there?”

is all I get from Grant, as he moves to lean against the seat, his eyes closing. Tonight we are meeting Tony and Alex over at one of our clubs, Ambrosia. It’s one of our favorite clubs we own. The staff are great and the VIP lounge magnificent, only the elite get access into that area. Our club is so popular we even have an RSVP list and if you're not on the list you're not allowed in.

"Better have a van and a couple of warriors meet us there, but keep them discreet..." "Already done, Zach." I pull out of the packhouse garage and head to our bar, the HuntHowls. It's one of a dozen mixed bars and clubs I or the pack owns. They are mixed as one side is the bar the other is the club and they both meet and mix in the middle, the other reason they are mixed is that anyone can attend, human, hunter or supernatural, they are all protected once inside no harm can be done to them. Anyone caught is punished and thrown out.

★ HD Italian Clubhouse ~ The HD Italian Clubhouse was a two-story haven for the city's underworld. No ordinary man would be allowed into the clubhouse, because doing so would invite massacre by the top elites in the city. That was the number one rule among the men who ruled HD: "No one who isn't influential in the Mafia world should be let in, and anything that is said in HD stays."