Mc Club Romance Novels & Stories

“Have a professional look at that, but it should keep your blood on the inside for the time being.” “Thanks, love,” Declan said, and rose to his feet. He was stiff, I could tell, but his muscles rolled and flexed under skin that had almost no fat on it whatsoever. Something about him was magnetic, and I wanted to stay close. Patrick, of course, had other ideas. “Come on, Claire,” Pat said, “I’ll take you home.” ~ * ~ Patrick held my bloodied sweatshirt as we headed back to the pick up truck. I couldn’t help but scoff. “So,” I said, climbing into the passenger’s seat, “my bar is connected to your underground fight club, or whatever.”

I took a sip of the delicious smoothie and sunk deeper in the couch, trying to avoid the eyes of my cousins. "Niyler!" Madison yell. "Fine. Harper is right, but at the same time it's your life. I just don't want you to get your heart broken because of an jackass who does not even deserve to breathe the same air as you." I sat around the table with Harper, Madison, Varona, Cathlin and another girl Tony. Thanks to Madison it wasn't hard for us to get into the club. It was this new hot club in Rome called Triple threat. According to Tony who I got along with much better than the other two girls, it was one of many in Italy.

♠️♥️♣️♦️ María's POV- I can't believe this shit show of a morning. Everything was going so well with Lucien and I this morning before she showed up. What was she even doing here? Did Lucien know she would be coming? Now that Lola has made an appearance does that mean his attention will be on her? I don't want to lose him, I can't. He's attracted to her that's obvious since he had slept with her that time. How is it he can meet a girl at the club and take her to his bed the same night he met her but has yet to fully make any move or attempt to sleep with me?

Anthony said to Trent's hearing. I felt like the bed should open up and swallow me. Somehow, my cheek pushed a button on the screen and I heard Trent begin to speak on the loudspeaker. “Uh, it seems like you're busy. I just wanted to call to ask you if you'll be busy tomorrow night. I wanted us to go to this club I heard about and—” The phone was snatched from my hand by Anthony. “Yes, Mr. Flintwood, my woman and I would love to go to the club with you. Text us the name of the club. See you tomorrow, buddy.”

Loki placed her arms beneath on her chest, shown a bit bothered by him while stared at the whiteboard when professor kept lecturing the Physics lesson. •• After class. “You said you will never met that prince charming again” Polly teased as she cheeky smiled towards to Loki. Loki sighed as the moment she remembered him yesterday. “ It was unexpected again. This year maybe a bad luck for me” “How about… that you join badminton club? So you’ll forget everything about your ex.” Polly thought as she held Loki and went to the badminton club. “ I will introduce you to the ace captain of the club. He is so pretty handsome, and his smile makes my heart flutter. Not only that, but he is so cool when

How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric? Eric is getting jealous of Arthur, did he ever get to know his truth. Or Scarlett will make this a trump card? Clubbing, is it the best idea or what's going to happen? Who is that man? If ...If it is our hero then what store for them? A dangerous kick to Romance, Romance in Club.Haha Pls, share your views. It motivates me a lot. Purva Narang (Your Writer) Till the next time

"Which is why we're doing it." Somehow, against all logic, she convinced me. A few hours later we arrived at one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. The music pulsed through the walls. Luxury surrounded us. Beautiful people filled every corner. The place practically screamed money. "Where exactly are we?" I asked. Percy grinned. "Martil's club." I nearly choked. "WHAT?" Her laughter exploded. The traitor. Still, despite my complaints, I gradually relaxed. The drinks helped.

Marco got out, circled around, and opened my door before I could react. “Come on,” he said, offering his hand. I hesitated, but the intensity in his gray eyes—glinting under a streetlamp—made me relent. His hand was warm, firm, and when his fingers closed around mine, a shiver ran down my spine. The inside of the club was a world apart. Dim lights in gold and crimson bathed the room, where the music—a deep, pulsing rhythm—seemed to wrap itself around everything. Men and women dressed like they were headed to a gala moved between velvet-covered tables, their laughter mixing with the clink of glasses. But beneath it all, there was a current—a sharp edge in the glances that followed us. This wa

Rome asked. "She's inside." Scar said, gazing at K as he approached them. Even though Rome was hesitant about going in, he kept a straight face and said, "Okay, let's meet her." The moment they entered the club, the loud music instantly caused Rome to frown, annoyed by how earsplitting the sound was, and the smoky, hazy dim atmosphere made him uncomfortable. But he shoved his hands into his jacket pocket and followed Scar closely with K two steps behind him.

We’re leaving in an hour to go to the club but I honestly just want to head back home already. I spend the hour showering and getting ready for the night. Julian comes by my room before we leave and have a couple of drinks. “So, you missin' your lady yet?” Julian asks. “I’m not doing this asshole,” I say and he laughs. “C’mon let’s go get this shit over with,” I say and we head out. The driver brings us to the club that we’ve been to many times because Marco owns it. We meet up with him in the VIP section and get to drinking, there are butt-ass naked women everywhere and they’re getting handsy with me but I have no interest in a single one of them.