Hot Novel Pub Novels & Stories

DAMON’S POV The neon lights flickered against the rain-soaked streets as Damon's chauffeur-driven car pulled up outside "The Rusty Tankard," a quaint pub nestled in the heart of Anbridge City. Damon exited the vehicle, his tailored suit impeccable despite the weather. As he stepped inside, the warmth of the pub enveloped him, and the chatter of patrons mingled with the clinking of glasses. Damon relished the anonymity the pub provided. Despite his status as a billionaire, he often found solace in places where his wealth didn't define him. He made his way to the bar, nodding to a few regulars who recognized him but respected his desire for privacy.

Masturbation had never been his thing until he moved into his new apartment, and the first thing that greeted his sight on his first day was a pretty redhead. She had been wearing a skimpy bumpshort that outlined the curve of her big booty and porcelain-thick thighs that he imagined tasted like full cream milk. Not to talk of the pink walls of her ficca -pussy- The curve of her fat ass made his dick stir that he wondered how her slim frame could take the weight of such an asset. To top it all, her pretty oval-shaped face with those full, plump lips wasn't helping matters that he wanted to bite them off for safekeeping each time he needed them wrapped around his thick shaft.

Late in the evening, amidst the dim lighting and soft hum of chatter, Martha and Elenora found themselves nestled at “The Lounge”. This upscale pub boasted the finest celebratory cocktails in the city. It was, without a doubt, a fitting choice for their evening, as they had significant reasons to celebrate. Staying true to their reputation, the establishment presented them with some of the most refined drinks they had ever tasted.

“Is that…?” Killian checked the front page of the paper and shrugged. On the cover was a photo of Audrey and the two brothers from their grand entrance to the club last night. “They reviewed our club,” he said simply and read the headlines. “New York City’s Hottest It-Girl Attending New York City’s Hottest New Club,” New York City’s hottest it girl? “But that's… me?” she croaked. “Yeah, it is,” Caspian said.

By the time we reach the downtown pub that was set as the meeting place, all three of us thoroughly drenched in rain. When Zen opens the door, the bustling atmosphere of the pub snaps me out of all the thoughts in my mind. Rowdy men sit on round table scattered around the pub. A fire crackles in a big hearth on one side. At the back wall, a bar is crowded around a beautiful barista. Laughter and profanities carry in the air.

The Hot New Transfer. Our eyes meet, he smiles and my heart starts beating like a drum. Millie is walking almost behind me. I cannot talk to him now. He is approaching me. Ignoring him over the weekend was a bad idea. I should have given him a brief about the rumors he will hear at school. How everyone considers me a… What’s the word for it? A woman of easy virtue… Which is funny, considering some girls around me change boyfriends every other week. Obviously, there is a rotation because there ain’t many hot eligible boys available. Jacob is a new hope for them, and I am not willing to take their hope away. Nope.

he tensed, not understanding what kind of problem she was struck into again. "Nik, help me!" Ember cried. "Where are you?" "Rain....Rain...Rainbow Pub!" she said with difficulty. Nik's eyes went wide to hear that name. Rainbow Pub has the worst image, it is known for all sorts of drugs, prostitution, gambling, strong alcohol, guns and various illegal stuff. It's always filled with youngsters with rich parents and loads of money. Because of the powerful stuff they inhale, none of them would be in a conscious state and understand what's going on around them.

Max was simple with a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans. We all pile into Max's black Volkswagen and reached our destination. The pub is half an hour away from the pack. It's close to the city. It is a neutral territory where all the supernaturals can mingle with each other. The interior of the pub is decorated with a combination of black and red. As soon as we enter, I saw a bar on the far right corner with a few booths and there is a dance floor on the left. The pub is packed with party-goers. Dim lights, loud music, sweaty bodies everywhere, it's exactly like the last 2 times I came here.

"Accompany me, and don't be so annoying, sweetheart!" That was it, and Sebastian sealed Tera's lips with a gentle kiss. The kiss successfully stopped Tera's protests and rejections, so she just followed along and resignedly let Sebastian lead her out of the elevator. They walked towards one of the floors in the hotel that housed an exclusive pub where London's conglomerates and nobles gathered. The pub was serene, with no loud music or unnecessary commotion. The soothing jazz music, dignified conversations, and the charming gentlemen and nobles became the main sight as they entered the pub.

The tallest one’s gaze locks onto me like a predator spotting prey. Caleb tenses beside me, shoulder brushing mine as he tightens his grip on his shot glass. I tense too, sliding my hand to the dagger at my hip. The air in the pub thickens so much it feels like I could cut it with a blade. “Well, whaddya know?” the shifter slurs, dragging a stool closer. “Heard there were some… some demon hunters in town.” He drops into the seat beside me, leaning in too close. “Didn’t think she’d be so damn ffffucking hot.”