Lonely Hearts Club Book Novels & Stories

Sighing heavily, Chloe submitted and nodded a little, watching as her friend gave her a doleful smile before Katie stood, leaving Chloe to sink back into the welcome confines of sleep. Chloe wasn’t sure how long she was asleep for when Chloe got the urge to pee but the room was now empty and the sun was dipping down, casting hues of pinks, purples and peach through the small windows. No doubt all the girls were at the club, serving drinks or putting on a show for eager males willing to part with cash to see some unmated and virgin flesh. Chloe had grown numb to the leering looks of the males that frequented the club. Most were high-rollers with plenty of cash to burn and couldn’t care less t

He inhaled the stale air of the hallway with a desperate hunger, as if each lungful could somehow dilute the bitter taste of his loneliness. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. This rhythmic breathing had become his sanctuary. It has become a familiar ritual in the face of overwhelming isolation. He clung to the darkness behind his eyelids, seeking a momentary peace. A quiet, he knew, was unlikely to find in the pulsating heart of a nightclub – a place that stood in stark opposition to the serenity of a church. “Buddy, what are you doing out here?” A deep and husky voice rumbled close to his ear, shattering his fragile attempt at solitude.

No doubt about it, he thought as he watched her, she was glowing. He watched the sun sink below the horizon from his found perch. He sat alone, only the crows and remaining birds being pushed by a brisk wind kept his lonely company. The trees rocked gently with the wind’s quiet lullaby and with tear-blurred vision he watched the show. He checked the time on the wristwatch, a gift from Sebastian that hadn’t left its spot since being fastened there a few months previous. 4:30. He had thought that Sebastian must by now be aware of his absence. It doesn’t matter either way. He thought bitterly as he hunkered further down into his coat. He wasn’t directly in the wind, but he wasn’t immune to its

Nigel looks very comfortable with her and it makes my heart tremble because I haven’t seen Nigel comfortable with any woman besides myself. He leads her towards the table with his mom and Carrito. Carrito jumps up, rushing towards the girl and hugging her so tightly, I begin to worry for the girl but she doesn’t look offended by the tight hug. She just looks like they’re a tight knit circle that’s used to being in each others presence. Bridget isn’t known for being all sunshine but the genuine smile she gives the girl surprises me. I wait with bated breath for Nigel to turn and look at me, reassure me that the girl is just a girl and that I’m just being paranoid but he doesn’t. He doesn’t ev

I was the happiest woman alive, I wished to relive the night over and over and over again till eternity. If we spent the night together, it only meant he saw me as his mate, and he was also in love with me, right? That was why he could not resist the temptation because he craved for my body the same way I craved for his. I looked at the bruises on my arms, it was all worth it. But my smile faded when Lucian was nowhere to be found. I looked side to side, expecting to see him on the other side, but I was well aware from the time I had awoken that I was alone.

And since no one would recognize me, I went to the club without covering my hair, or any other form of recognition. As I stepped into the club, the thumping bass and flashing lights enveloped me, a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed my days. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat. I made my way to the bar, the bartender's eyes locking onto mine as I ordered whiskey. The hot liquid burned my throat as I took a sip, numbing my senses with drunkeness. I turned to face the crowd, my eyes scanning the room until they landed on a man standing by the edge of the dance floor. He was tall, with piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into my soul.

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!”

Chapter 37: Into the Lion's Den DAMON The club was smoking hot, filled with lots of people and all I wanted to do was just do my thing and leave. The bass was pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest, vibrating through my bones, and the air was thick with sweat, smoke, and that cheap perfume that made my head spin.

She felt Nico’s eyes on her, hot like a blade scraping across her skin. Blood. Sweat. The roar of a frenzied crowd. The underground fight club pulsed with a feral energy that seeped into the walls, filling the air with the stench of violence and desperation. Men cheered and jeered, their voices blending into a cacophony of madness, as two fighters savaged each other in the center ring. “Enjoying the show?” Nico’s voice was low and dangerous. Elena didn’t flinch. “Not really my kind of entertainment.” One man went down hard, his face a crimson mask of blood. “I prefer something… less barbaric.”

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.