Midnight At The Barclay Hotel Novels & Stories

Midnight Oak was an exclusive whiskey bar hidden inside an old mid-century villa. Instead of the usual deafening bass music, soft vinyl jazz floated in the background. When Teresa opened the door to the private room, Carlton had already poured two glasses of whiskey. He had taken off his jacket, wearing only a dark turtleneck sweater. His gold-rimmed glasses reflected the dim wall lights. Seeing her enter, he rose and pulled out a chair for her. He also took her coat, still chilly from the outside air, and hung it up on the side. The practiced ease with which he did all these made the two seem like an old couple.

New York never slept. Not really. At two in the morning, the streets still pulsed with yellow taxis, flashing billboards, and strangers chasing things they couldn’t name. Dreams. Money. Love. Revenge. Sometimes all four. Ava Sinclair stood outside Club Rouge with her arms folded tightly across her chest, trying not to freeze in the brutal December wind. Her best friend, Talia, was still inside dancing with some finance guy who wore too much cologne and talked like he owned Manhattan.

“We can see in the dark. As the days pass, we are getting stronger. In a few days' time our full strength will be revealed.” We headed to the bar to get some drinks, “What would you like to start with birthday girl?” April asked. “I’m not sure, what would you recommend?” I replied. April ordered us some drink that were pink in color and had a fruity taste. I drank my first one quickly figuring if the goal was to get drunk, I might as well get it over fast. “Alright then, guess you need another,” Seth said laughing.

The quiet night covers everything of this ancient city, it seems that time has been busy and lost this place. Midnight At Bibiane bar, the dimly lit interior is filled with ear-piercing music mixed with the scent of alcohol and perfume. Under the dim lights and ear-piercing music was a crowd of people dancing wildly as if wanting to get rid of all the glitz and haste of this city.

He opened the car door and I hopped in. "You are looking so great. I can't take my eyes off you." "Well thank you. Where are we going by the way? Where's the party??" "It's in the Galaxy Nightclub." When I heard that name all those memories were rushing in. The last time I went there was with Ryan. I remember it was his birthday after we met and he called Dad and asked permission for the party and Dad agreed. I wore a maroon dress that evening. He was looking so handsome that night. We went to that club and after the cake cutting. We were sitting together and for some reason, I was feeling good about him.

It was almost dusk. Everyone began dispersing one after the other, leaving Dante to deal with his pains. King Edwardo found his Queen leaning on the rail on the balcony with a drink in her hand. He walked quietly to her and wrapped his arms around her, startling her. “Your Highness,” She chuckled. “You startled me.” He rested his head on her shoulders and stared at the starless sky. “No stars tonight,” he mumbled. “It’s still too early, your highness. You don’t expect to see stars at this time,” Adora told him. He mumbled something inaudible in response.

As soon as he's out the door, her hell begins. "Do I look nice, hon?" Klarisse gave a little twirl as Kendra looks at her. She had her hair done for today, made sure to wear the right amount of perfume and make up to accentuate her already beautiful face. She wears that LV dress she bought the other day, feeling the need to a dress up for her husband's homecoming. He has been away for two months now for a business trip in Hongkong. And she terribly missed him, she will make sure that he won't let her go after tonight's dinner.

Dressed in jeans and a blue summer shirt scattered with red and purple blooms, my straight hair falling freely, I let my feet carry me through the hotel. The seventh-floor bar beckoned with its soft blue lighting and blessed emptiness. Most guests had migrated to the hotel's beach celebration – including Miriam and Don. Felix and Klay had invited me, but I turned them down. preferring the quiet solitude of the indoor spaces. "What can I offer you, miss?" The bartender emerged from behind an impressive rack of premium spirits. "A bottle of tequila and a couple of glasses, we'll serve ourselves." Dame's voice floated from behind me.

Covering his eyes with his hand, Louis finally stood up, threw on a coat, and left. At the Midnight Bar The night was a time of decadence. Even at three in the morning, the first floor of the Midnight Bar was crowded. Beautiful, sultry bodies swayed to the music, and expensive liquor bottles were cracked open and squandered without care. Louis sat at a table, attracting countless glances. Yet no one dared to approach. Most patrons of the Midnight Bar knew of his reputation and weren't foolish enough to throw themselves at him. The bartender, noticing Louis drinking alone, finally spoke up: