Host Club Novels & Stories

I’m in my early twenties, I want to be room sharing with some girlfriends, running my own business. “It’ll be fine.” Atlas says. “We’ll be sensible. We’re going to Luna’s.” Right. Of course they would be. Luna’s is only the most prestigious club here in Minnesota. The high-rollers hang out there, celebrities go there and I guess these guys are amongst that crowd. They earn the big bucks, they work hard and they play hard. It’s an exclusive club. “You can come.” Calli says.

After dropping Liora home after the doctor's appointment, Soren drove to a very famous club in the capital, Secret Hush. It was famous among the rich, heirs of old-generation families, and politicians. It was an exclusive members-only club. It was his and Reagan Clark's, his best friend's, hangout place. They had a private room there where they would mainly hang out, drink, and unwind. It had been ages since Soren showed up at Secret Hush. When he suddenly did, his tie loose and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, Reagan furrowed his brows, amusement and curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"That's... different from security work." Here it was. The conversation we'd have to have eventually. "Club Gold is owned by our brother-in-law, Damien," I explained. "But we're investors and part owners. It's a private club for people interested in BDSM and alternative lifestyles." I watched for her reaction. Fear? Disgust? Curiosity? She just nodded slowly. "I wondered. The storage room where I was hiding, some of the equipment..."

And Fantasy was His masterpiece. Invitation-only and wrapped in secrecy, the club existed beneath layers of silence and reputation. No websites advertised it openly. No public guest lists existed. Access came only through whispered recommendations, careful vetting, and the rare blessing of an invitation personally approved by The Master Himself. Inside, however, Fantasy became something entirely different from its modest exterior. It breathed.

The driver nodded and I stepped out. If I don’t find Grayham in this club tonight, then I was willing to pay the driver for a full night search. I wasn’t bothered by the fact that he was having fun. He should wait to get his body back then he can go ahead and have all the fun in the world. I walked into the busy clubhouse and couldn’t keep my eyes on a particular subject. It was a full house tonight as people danced, drank, and flirted. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies Others lingered around the bar stands where some were lurking around in the corners, making out.

9PM The Void Club Khaid’s routine on a non-mission night was clockwork. At 9:00 PM, he would arrive at The Void Club, a venue he partially owned, using it as a discrete command center and social surveillance hub. This time, he didn't enter as the bubbly life of the party. He entered through a private service entrance, bypassing the main crowd, and went directly to his secluded booth overlooking the main floor. The club was a dizzying blend of flashing lights, expensive clientele, and heavy, pulsating electronic music.

Lily immediately recognized it and exclaimed, "Isn't that the card for 'Diohn Club'!?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. "Diohn Club" is a highly exclusive and unique VIP club located in Cloud City. Unlike typical entertainment venues, it only accepts special guests who can enter by invitation card. These cards are sporadically issued by the enigmatic owner of "Diohn Club" and are auctioned off in limited quantities. Even celebrities find it difficult to gain entry.

"Come on then. Let's go see crazy mister Connor." They walked down past the hair salon and round the edge of the hill until a large building came in sight. "What's this place?" "It's referred to as the Clubhouse, but basically it's where the staff get their meals, or hang out at night or their days off." "It's a night club?" Mark asked. "Yeah, and a bar, a restaurant and it's got a few pool tables and stuff too," She explained. "I want to stress though, it's for the staff, so don't go sneaking down here to party. You'll just make them feel awkward if you're there."

He shook his head and sipped his wine. "Try clearing up your schedule and let's hang out. I missed those days when we go out without any restrictions." "You can still make it happen though." Adrian said. "How? When you have fans and crazy paparazzi constantly breathing on your neck, one wrong move and you're screwed." "I heard of a new club where we could hang out without any restrictions. The security is quite good and guests are usually kept confidential." Adrian answered. "I think it's a subsidiary of your company, Richard." He continued.

Third Person POV. The blasting music from the dance floor could be heard at the back of the Red Room. The club is one of the most popular clubs in the whole of Moscow and it’s owned by the mafia twin brothers, Anton and Alexei. Usually, the club is open every night but on Fridays like this, it’s filled with mafias that are allies to the twin brothers. Just a peek around the room dimmed with neon lights, gave a clue of the randy mafia men either sitting on the couches or rocking asses on the dance floor.