Host Club Novels & Stories

"Thanks for walking me out." "No problem, we take care of the ladies that come to the club." And many were ladies, corporate executives, rich socialites, and sometimes innocents like Honey. And some were what you expect at a sex club. Complete and utter whores. That was fine by me, I liked them all.

“You want to come?” Say yes, Sky screamed. Say YES or we’re fighting. I hesitated. Still. Thinking. Before I could answer— “She’s coming,” Chloe cut in happily. I turned to glare at her. Klaus grinned. “Really?” he said. “Didn’t take you for a club girl, Mira.” I didn’t answer. Just looked away. “What club?” I asked instead. “Club 484,” he said. “You know it?” Chloe nodded quickly. “She’ll be there,” she said. “Actually, we’ll both be there. Or am I not invited?”

He commanded with a strict tone. "Yes Sir," The girl walked out and Ryan scoffed in disgust. 8:25 PM [club twenty strip] Shelby was sitting on the bar stool taking shots. She kept drinking after drinking till she got drunk. The club she was in was mainly for people who loves clubbing and strippers. The club got so so many naked girls and boys going their stuffs to get money. The club was strictly 20+, a club where the rich catch fun. The club was running illegally with prostitutes and naked strippers

“He is right. The Bad Boys Club will come for you because they need entertainment but I’m rooting for you because I can see the stuff you’re made of.” Just then the bell went off and collective sighs and grunts rang throughout the hostel. “Reading time.” Charlie and I packed our stuff and joined the group of those going out to the reading room. We took a seat at the corner of the room and a few seconds later Zoe and Dave joined us together with a couple of juniors. This time Annabel took a seat two spaces away from us but before that, she approached our table. “Underwood.” “Reed.” If she’s going to be giving me that boss bitch attitude I might as well give it right back to her. There was a t

Lucy Cole POV ​We went to an exclusive club for the elite. Maisie, Linda and I looked at each other. The club has only twenty members as far as we know. Josh Morgan Sterling maintains a membership here, too. We knew because we sometimes arranged his meetings here. What was even more surprising was that the host recognized Zeke Alexander. When he spotted him coming in, he bowed his head courteously. “Mr. Alexander! Welcome back!” “It’s good to be back, Ronnie.”

It was the longest conversation I had with her. In next five minutes, I was heading to my club Notturno Paradiso as it opens after five in the evening, the only bar & club in the city which doesn't open in the daytime means safety from getting caught in unwanted attention. Mr. Hall would be coming over there to discuss the deal we had when he agreed to help me in getting the permission to open the club in the land attatched to reserved forest land. When I reached at the club through the backside entry, only for the employees and our special guests mostly celebrities and blacklisted people.

“Golden Retriever energy.” “Hey, Logan,” Lee says, loudly now, “Does the club belong to all of you?” Logan slides open some giant steel and wood stable-type doors. An open-air level, with more exposed beams, strings of industrial bulbs, and a fire pit encircled by wine-red couches. I’m starting to realize that the color scheme subtly represents a vintage American flag. Patriotic. “Enrique and I started the club together,” he answers, “But everyone helps out … and now Jackson is constructing a fight club underneath.” He points to the left, where heaps of sand and building material clutter the area.

Wants to throw her over my shoulder, toss her into my bed, and keep her there until she forgets what fresh air even tastes like. But bringing her deeper into my world? Dragging her into the shit I live and breathe? Yeah. That might be a little too soon. Even for me. My club isn’t far now. Tucked away in the bones of a quiet neighborhood, designed to look like a boring, slightly upscale office building from the outside. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was a law firm or a financial agency. Inside, though— That’s where the real business happens.

The club was called The Secret club. Fitting. It was a dark, loud place where people went to forget who they were and what they’d done. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, spilled liquor, cheap perfume, and pure, unadulterated desperation. The bass from the music was a constant, heavy thump in my chest, a heartbeat that was not my own.

Then, he turned to Jake and asked, “By the way, Jake, do you have any recommendations? I want the best venue!” Jake nodded and said, “There is a clubhouse called the Glorious Club that was recently opened in Aurous Hill which belongs to the Moore family. It is said to be the largest and most luxurious entertainment hub in the city. I’m one of their members, so we can continue our party there! It’s on my tab!” The crowd gasped and grinned when they heard that Jake was a member of the Glorious Club! The clubhouse was truly extraordinary and exquisite! It was known to be the most upscale venue in Aurous Hill, and its members were prominent figures in the city.