Hot Chat Noir Novels & Stories

For the next few minutes, I keep trying to rouse my mate out of his state of unconsciousness by calling his name and reaching out for him through our mating bond. Eventually, the door opens, and the tell-tale clacking of heels against the concrete floor fills my ears. Madam Noir steps into my line of vision. She has a nasty black eye, and her right shoulder looks stiff. She's wearing red heels, and her nails are painted red. There's a blank look on her face, but I can feel the hostility oozing from her. Her gaze darkens when it falls on my mate. Her uninjured eye twitches and she heads towards the table, staring at the weapons with a sudden sparkle in her eyes.

The dimly lit corner of Noir, the city's most exclusive lounge, provides perfect cover for clandestine meetings. Daphne Munroe sits alone, nursing a glass of cabernet, her manicured fingernails tapping impatiently against the polished surface of the table. Her eyes drift to her watch—an elegant Cartier piece that Lucas once complimented—noting that her mysterious contact is seven minutes late.

I hit Go Live. The chat pops up instantly, usernames scrolling like ticker tape. BigDaddy69: finally DarkHorseX: there she is TipMaster420: been waiting all day “Hey there, Big Daddy,” I purr, leaning forward just enough to let the neckline dip. “Miss me?” A few coins clink in—$5, $3, $7. I smile, slow and lazy, and hook a thumb under the hem of my tank. “Hi, Dark Horse. You been good while I was gone?”

Book 2 Guilty Pleasure #2 Chapter One The bass of the music pulsed through the floor of Club Noire, the most exclusive, and notorious club in the city. Neon lights flashed like heartbeats in the dark, slow and sultry, coating every surface in red and violet, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and something darker, something sinful. This was not the kind of club where girls like her were meant to be. “Elena, come on!” Avonlea shrieked over the music, tugging her arm with the force of a hurricane. “This is the real deal! Look at this place!”

Everything was in its place—except her. She poured herself a glass of red wine and walked to the balcony. The wind whipped her robe around her legs as she looked down at the city. So much noise, and yet none of it reached her. Her power had grown, but the loneliness had grown faster. Her phone buzzed. Ada: Found him. Club Noir. He's alone. Helena downed the wine in one gulp. Club Noir was dark, sexy, dangerous—just like Lucien. She slipped through the velvet curtains at the entrance, her red dress slicing the air like a threat. The bass vibrated through her ribcage, but it was his eyes she felt first.

I’ll have the credit of killing the monstrous Death Kings. I reach the door. I open it and Julia gasps at the sight of the tattooed one-eyed man in a black pleated skirt. I cleaned him off after removing his eye. “This is Ransom Oaks! He is one of the Chaos Boys. He is the psychotic stalker of the group.” Well, it gets more and more interesting. I now know his real name. She is a fountain of Chaos knowledge and of how this city works.

Ashley POV The moment Grey slid in beside me, he pulled me to sit on his lap. My hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. The car was dark on the driver's side,the black glass meant the driver couldn't see what we were doing back here. Grey didn't waste a second, his lips smashed against mine. He kissed me like he was starving. "Mhmm.. Grey.." I moaned into his mouth, and he growled, his hands grabbing my thighs like he couldn't get close enough. My dress was unzipped in one quick move, then yanked off, tossing it somewhere behind us. He unclasped my bra with ease.

Downtown Kansas City at 10:30 on a cold night. Tall buildings, wet pavement reflecting the stoplights, a sharp breeze pushing you along empty sidewalks. Up ahead, Club Eros—neon outline of a naked woman shaking her hips. The booth guy looks and smells like he hasn’t showered in days, bloodshot eyes, puffy bags. Ten bucks. Black smiley-face stamp on your hand. “Enjoy the show.”

That night, I was lying on the couch in the living room in nothing but an oversized t-shirt I found in one of the guest rooms, eating ice cream straight from the tub and watching a movie. The front door suddenly clicked open. I sat up quickly, heart jumping into my throat. Damien walked in first, dropping his bag by the door. Victor followed right behind him, still in a perfectly tailored black suit. They both stopped when they saw me. I was half-naked on their couch, legs slightly spread, with a spoon hanging from my mouth. Damien’s eyes slowly dragged up my bare thighs. Victor raised an eyebrow, a dangerous smirk forming on his lips. “Well… isn’t this a pretty little sight,” Victor said, v

Upstairs, Nicole had taken a shower and gotten changed, finally getting a moment of peace. With nothing to do, she turned on her computer. After fiddling with the normal Windows interface for a while, a mysterious window popped up, revealing a list of The Hunter jobs inside. Looking at the list of jobs, a head portrait flashed in the private chat window. She clicked open it and saw the teammate codenamed Specter talking to her. [Lucifer, you have been offline for many days. Where have you been?]