Midnight At The Barclay Hotel Novels & Stories

according to Claire, and it is one of the nicest things she has ever given me. The THC club is midnight dark and illuminated by neon lights. People are dancing, there’s kissing, and smoke that is enough to fill the entire city. The smoke makes me cough, and I look around for a place where I will have the possibility of not speaking to anyone. I head to the bar, the staring eyes making me feel like a lamb in a lion’s den. “Hi, baby girl. What do you drink?” A large man in a black t-shirt sits on my right as soon as I sit down.

I was accepting the place he kept making for me in public while still holding the one truth that could change every assumption in those rooms. One evening we walked into a charity dinner on the top floor of a hotel with glass walls and too many candles. Damien’s name was on the program. Mine wasn’t, but it didn’t matter. People made space. A photographer asked for a photo and Damien agreed without hesitating, his hand steady at my waist. Later, in a quiet moment near the windows, he looked down at me and said, “You’re doing fine.” “They’re watching me like I might disappear,” I answered.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

liberty said waiting for a response "Look liberty am...." She started but was cut off. "It's just a dinner . After that you can decide whether to avoid me or not" Zenith could feel her wolf telling her to decline but she didn't. "It's just a dinner. Just once and she'll be done with her " she said to herself "Fine " "Is that a yes?" liberty squealed. "Yes. What time ?". Zenith asked , ready to get rid of her "7 pm. Today"

“Life, like poker, has an element of risk. It shouldn't be avoided. It should be faced.” - Edward Norton Laila I reached the bar near Alessandro, I noticed he was staring at me. The bartender came to my disposal, "What can I get for the beautiful stunner of the night?" With a wink. I motioned him to come closer, I whispered "whiskey, neat. Guapo" sending him a sultry smile, he nodded with a kiss on my cheeks. I saw Alessandro on my peripheral vision clenching his jaw and the blondie was sneering at me. The bartender gave me my drink with a piece of paper with his number in it. I chuckled and scoped the vicinity for my target.

I gave her a smile, “Let’s do this.” The ball was spectacular. I felt slightly out of place with all the dresses and gowns compared to my fancy leathers. The buffet tables were stocked with all the food anyone could imagination. With more being added or topped up as the guests took time to pile platters of food for themselves. The dance floor was off to the side. With a bar area where most wolves were milling about. Vivian looking longingly toward the bar offering me a charming smile. I turned hearing my name called. Jacob was waving me over his chocolate eyes brightening upon settling on my own. I blinked attempting to feel even a twinge of guilt for leaving. I felt nothing. Instead I force

Exiting the nearly one hundred- and fifty-year-old apartment building I live in, walking to the nearest Ferry pier five blocks away, I turned around and smiled, admiring its historical atheists and details in the golden afternoon autumn sunlight. Additionally, my smile is because I’m so thankful that I can afford to live in such a fabulous space here in Bar Harbor, a town located on Mt. Desert Island, which is just off of the coast of Maine. The three-story red brick building was originally a small shoe and leather factory and storefront, established in 1871. Blackwood Fine Leather & Footwear operated for over a decade as a shoe and leather goods factory before it was suddenly abandoned and

Lucy commented as loud as she could as she looked around her after the toast. "It's always crazy here," Sheena bobbed her head up and down, agreeing. "I booked our reservation a month ago because it's hard to get in. Long Beach is one of the high-end bars here in New York, mostly from the elite society, you know?" she continued shrugging her shoulders. "What?" We both exclaimed in unison, both wearing a surprised look. "Yes," Sheena grinned. "It's one of the fanciest and best bars in all of New York," Sheena explained, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

We logged off. And now we were meeting in person. In Seattle, neutral ground. A mid-range hotel downtown because neither of us wanted to risk bringing this to our actual places yet. Smart. Or cowardly. I wasn't sure. Friday came really rast. I spent twenty minutes picking out a black button-down that didn't look like I tried too hard, then changed it twice anyway. My hands were clammy when I walked into the hotel bar. Dim lights, fake leather booths, the low hum of jazz over the speakers. I scanned the room and there she was.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?