Midnight Club Novels & Stories

We actively spent the next chaotic forty-five minutes doing our makeup. We blasted loud, completely obnoxious pop music through my small apartment speakers. We laughed until our sides physically hurt. For the first time in days, the heavy, suffocating weight of the supernatural corporate drama lifted entirely from my shoulders. We arrived at The Midnight Howl exactly thirty minutes later. The massive, imposing line actively waiting outside the club was wrapping around the block. It was an absolute, completely massive sea of supernatural creatures entirely dressed in their absolute, stunning best. But Missy, being Missy and ever the incredibly resourceful socialite she was, somehow knew the m

We went down to the underground parking garage where his driver was already waiting. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at an unmarked black building on the outskirts of the city with no sign and no windows on the lower floors, just a single heavy steel door guarded by two large men in suits. Damien placed his hand on my lower back and guided me inside. “Welcome to the Midnight Club,” he said quietly. “The one place where even I don’t have full control. But here… we can hide you, and perhaps… find answers.” The moment we stepped through the second set of doors, the atmosphere changed completely.

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?

"Sixty degrees from your right!" The chirpy voice of Logan booms through the microphone in my ear and I grit my teeth. He gets this excited every Thursday night when it's time to play the midnight game and honestly, it is exasperating. But then who wouldn't be excited when you are buying weeds. I go over the faces of the people on my right that is being illuminated by the blue and green lights of the club. It is difficult to recognize someone and the club's atmosphere is completely different on a Thursday night too.

"I know you want to help. But Red has one hell of a temper. She'll want you in her bed tonight, but don't go with her unless she's under control. It's always a bad idea to go to bed with someone who's THAT pissed. Now, why don't you go tell Tarloh about what you found out tonight?" Jane walked over to the big man and found that Robbie, Chris, and Anya were waiting for her. They discussed the evening's findings, including the effects of the drugs, the targeted clientele and their form of transportation. "This is highly disconcerting," Tarloh said at last. "Tell me about it," Jane whispered. "It's like there's something out there feeding on madness and . . ." "Stop," Tarloh said. "What made yo

I was planning to crawl into my bed with a bottle of aspirin, but first I was going to call Arnitra and find out if she had gotten sick, too. I'm not saying that Arnitra and I are hoochie mamas, but we had gotten into the habit of hitting the hot clubs on ladies nights for the cheap drinks and good music more than to meet guys. I don't make a great deal of money, and ladies night is a free meal. Besides, I'd heard a lot about Club Midnight, but it was the next county over from Cincinnati and no one likes to drink, dance, and spend two hours getting back home in the late hours of the morning. Now I wish I'd never gone ...

The Haunted Group As the first ray of dawn broke, Jack was already up, so he left the room. Sage woke up, she had a hangover, using her hands to touch her head, she looked around her, she tried to remember how she got in the tent, and that was when she had a sharp flashback of all that happened last night, she bent her head in denial, all she thought about doing was sneaking out of the tent and to avoid bumping into Jack cause she felt so embarrassed.

The perfect place to let loose, and tonight, that was exactly what I needed. *Midnight Lounge* The neon lights flashed vibrantly as I walked inside, the pounding bass of the music vibrating through my bones. It was chaotic in the best possible way, people laughing, talking, and dancing in a blur of energy. The Midnight Lounge was the liveliest club in town, the kind of place that attracted both locals and strangers, people looking for a good time and nothing more. I exchanged pleasantries with a few familiar faces as I passed through, many of them giving me nods of acknowledgment. I had been coming here for years, a regular in the VIP section, so people knew who I was. But tonight, I was jus

Sofia The Midnight Lounge was Moonveil’s crown jewel—a place whispered about in glossy magazines and exclusive circles, but never openly advertised. A single black door stood on an unmarked street, guarded by a man in a sharp suit whose gaze assessed everything in a second flat. Once inside, the world shifted. Amber light spilled across polished marble, the ceilings lost in a haze of gold and shadow. The air hummed with low jazz and quiet power. Conversations were soft but deliberate, a hundred little games being played under the cover of music and laughter.

She and the Smiths were at each other's throats like a wild dog fight. Matthew was looking at years behind bars. I had moved on from all that drama a while back. I had been busy launching the new game I helped make. It was all about love and getting even, and even though it was for a pretty specific crowd, people were loving it. Today, Edwin threw a big party to celebrate the game's success. Right there, with everyone watching, he got down on one knee. "You remember that last question I asked you in our interview? Got an answer yet?"