Host Club Theme Song Novels & Stories

“Have you any idea how many fine-looking guys we’re losing to the LGBT Community? Plenty, that’s how many but not to fret, I believe the balance is still there. Come, let’s dance.” Emma pulled Anelia up before she could protest and they joined the rest of the people on the dance floor as the Dj started playing Ring by Kehlani. “You don’t ring my line no more ohhh,” they sang to the song, whining and staggering with far too much energy than they had come in the club with. A few more cocktails later, Anelia was feeling tipsy as she could feel the alcohol kicking and she excused herself to go to the bathroom. After she had come out, she staggered through the throng of people standing about with

The drive to the club was loud—windows down, music blasting, the three of us screaming lyrics. When we arrived…neon lights pulsed, bodies grinding on the dance floor, the heavy bass of some trap remix shaking the walls. Heads turned the second we walked in. I headed straight for the VIP section, ordering a round of shots and a bottle of expensive vodka. We downed the first shots together, the burn chasing away the last traces of my earlier pain. “To queens who don’t stay down,” I toasted, raising my glass. Andrena and Christiana clinked theirs against mine. “To Chaos and Sweet Poison,” they echoed.

XIX The flashing lights illuminated us and the drummer began to set the rhythm. I couldn't help but order myself a beer, although I always carried the card with the clinic's number on it, just in case. The first song was a Coldplay cover, "Yellow". That made the couples gathered there put their arms around each other's necks and lit lighters to set the beat in the dark. I tuned my voice and sang, oblivious to who was in the audience. Between songs, I could make out Beth, who was signaling me from a chair. Jack and Erika had gone, which relieved me. Every concert, every class, was like Groundhog Day.

“You lie” I said laughing “Tonight we are clubbing” Killian stopped walking. “Can we cancel?” “Nope.” I said “We can't ” Minutes later, we were in the club. Sipping tequila and just enjoying the cool vibe. The DJ was good. He played some Italian music before ～ He switched to an English song and behold it was. Bongos by Cardi B. Of course, I recognized it from the beginning beat and I didn’t need the lyric to start before I stood up.

CURTIS The heavy bass of the music shook the floor, vibrating up my legs as I stepped into the dimly lit club. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and expensive cologne—an overwhelming mix that made my nose twitch in distaste. Multicolored lights flickered and pulsed in rhythm with the music, casting erratic shadows across the dance floor where bodies moved in sync. Clubbing wasn't exactly my idea for unwinding or celebrations. But Clint had insisted on this place, claiming it had the “right atmosphere” for us to celebrate the progress of the Penthouse Project our partnership brought to life.

The club was in full force as the music blared loudly from the speakers, the building seemed to vibrate with the noise. It was already dark and the only source of light was the red hue that lit the club, there were people everywhere, some already plastered, most well on their way to getting drunk, they were all moving their bodies, gyrating to the sound of the music. Rhea scanned the entire bar, she has the plan of having fun, but she just ended up staring at everyone in the club. She could see different people, she glanced at each and everyone of them, one particular chocolate skinned girl who was in a black leather skirt and leather jacket, reminded Rhea of RM.

"Humans are always fond of clubbing. Let's crash into the clubhouse here in Velmora and have some fun." "I like the sound of that. Let's party like humans!" I said loudly. Funny how once upon a time, I used to be human, but not anymore. Callista took me to the clubhouse. The clubhouse was alive with neon lights and thumping music, humans swaying and laughing on the dance floor. "I’ve always heard about this place, but this is my first time coming here. Let’s have some fun!" Callista shouted over the noise. The music was too loud, but I was able to hear her.

'This girl is going to pull my hand out of its socket one day. I followed her to a considerably big building with bright lights and loud music. I smiled—I had a thing for parties. We passed by a buff guard who looked really scary and ready to kill. We showed him our IDs, and he let us through. The music inside the club was even louder. I swear my eardrums were about to burst. I sighed in relief when, surprisingly, my favorite song started to play: "Lucky" by Aurora. "Stay close to me at all times. Let’s get some drinks!" Sophie shouted unnecessarily, considering the music wasn’t that loud anymore. I followed her to the bar, avoiding all the dancing figures. The club was packed.

He nods in greeting. It is chaotic inside the club, as expected. Music blares out of the speakers and the ground beneath my shoes shakes with vibration. I wonder why the hell people relish this kind of tasteless music because I'm sure won't be seen associating with a theme song made for god damn robots. The mop of drunkards and half-naked women stomped their way around in a pathetic attempt to display their dead dancing skills, adding to the pulsing and vibrant atmosphere. It's like stepping into the heart of another world.

She struts around the club believing she's the shit. What is it that she says again? On, yeah... "Everyone wants a piece of this brown Island girl." She says it as if she believes it. Like the clubs gonna go under if she doesn't show up. If she learns how to keep her fucking hands to herself we might have been able to keep some of her loyal customers. "Here babe, drink up." I hear Lisa place the glass on the bar countertop.