Novel Pub Novels & Stories

The night life was much more exciting there. “I’ll take you to my favourite place,” she said. She led him down a narrow winding street, where the buildings looked more modern. The buildings were also all white but the architecture favoured European structure. The pub that the girl showed him surprised Kevin. It looked like any other Lamu building from the outside. However the inside was a modern pub with all the modern entertainment options. There was air conditioning, a pool table, big screen TVs with sports streaming and he could swear that he had spotted a stripper pole in one of the sections they had walked past. Kevin was surprised to find the pub almost half full with revellers.

He had wanted to deal with them several times. At that moment, he didn't say goodbye to Jenna and went out directly. In a private lounge of the most luxurious hotel in A City, as soon as Hansen walked in, he was greeted by a whiff of strong perfume and a warm smell. The air was filled with desires, and the smell of vice made him frown and feel disgusted. This place was a new pub called "Paradise House". Rumor had it that this pub was open especially for high society. Ordinary people could not get in, and the expenditure in the pub was shockingly high.

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I decided to make a more low-key entrance, materializing a few blocks away from the Witches' pub, TwentyOne, before taking a leisurely stroll to the destination. The Witches, as I'd learned the hard way, weren't exactly fond of unannounced arrivals. TwentyOne, nestled in the vibrant heart of New Orleans, was a pub with a rich history and a name that, ironically, had nothing to do with the vices of gambling. The Witches of TwentyOne were part of a Coven that mirrored the ones I oversaw, albeit with their own distinct brand of magic.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

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During a weekend visit by Julius and Franziska оn a rainy Saturday in Nоvember, Franziska gоt a соld sо bad that after the meal she lay dоwn in the guest rооm intended fоr the twо, while the оther three оf us were already a little tired оf the wine. Sо, despite the bad weather, we still ventured оut оf the hоuse tо lооk fоr warmth in a few pubs and сlubs. Warmth fоr the stоmaсh with spiritual drinks, and warmth fоr the spirit with human prоximity. Pub number twо was ideal fоr my prоjeсt: оnly mоderately filled, the guests mоstly in pairs оr small grоups delved intо their соnversatiоns, relatively many dim соrners.

he replied and slid the first of the two smaller books in front of me. On the cover was a shamrock with the silhouette of a howling wolf and the words ‘The Howling Shamrock Galway.’ I looked at it and traced my fingers over the embossed lettering. “What is this?” I asked. “It’s a pub, a tourist attraction really,” Alpha Colin replied and slid the second of the smaller books in front of me. The second book was identical except the lettering read ‘The Howling Shamrock Dublin.’ “So you’re saying that we own two tourist attraction pubs and that supported nearly a thousand people?” I asked suspiciously.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. And I’ll be around too if you ever need someone to talk anything through.” Fortunately, with the pack house being right smack dab in the middle of downtown, we were at the pub in no time. Most people that lived further out would take their snowmobile in, or just run over in their wolf forms if they weren’t expecting to carry anything back. We climbed the steps to enter the pub, the warm air inside instantly defrosting our cheeks. We both slid off our heavy coats and found an empty booth to slide into. Because this time of year was unpredictable, as far as what was available for food, they printed a new menu each day on eight-and-a-half by eleven printer paper.