Obsession Club Novels & Stories

Scar The Oak Club is the most exclusive invitation-only club on the planet. More exclusive than Bohemian Grove. More exclusive than the nuclear bunkers under the White House. It sits at the end of a long, private driveway, hidden behind high concrete walls lined with crushed glass and dotted by security cameras. Men in dark suits wander the scrubby grounds between the public world and the private oasis beyond. The scrubland gives way to a gorgeous ocean of green grass, shrubs, flowers, and trees, with the club itself in the center of all that gorgeously manicured plant life.

I exhaled, finally. Back at my desk, I pulled up my computer and searched The Obsidian Room. The first result made me freeze. A red-lit website filled the screen , the place was dark like a club and it showed a picture of the inside part, and the girls were showing far too much skin. The tagline read: “Where control meets desire.” Not a restaurant. A private members-only strip and BDSM club. My jaw dropped. I scrolled further, skimming the description. Discretion guaranteed. Exclusive clientele. Invitation-only.

I got ready and decided to surprise the Vikram I got surprised in fact. When I entered the club I looked around to see him and I looked aside and he was there kissing a girl. The girl was sitting on his lap and he was totally forgetting what was happening around. He was totally drunk. That was too much for the day and I went out. I was walking across the road and I heard loud music and I stopped and noticed a club there. I noticed the date tomorrow was going to be my Dad's but and I was already too sad and all that chaos was making me go crazy. I was hoping that everything would go well but I forgot my life again

Perhaps this will settle the frustration he had inside. Jin Qi-Long hopped into the passenger's seat and told him to go to the District 43. The district was the busiest district in City Y, and with lots of restaurants and clubs that are open for 24-hours a day. At first, they went to their regular club called 67. However, suddenly it seems like there have been a few drunk men who caused problems outside the club. Of course, Yang Tian-Xu and Jin Qi-Long were men of vital status, so instead of going into Club 67, they decided it would be best not to get themselves involved.

I moved quickly, grabbing Rebecca's arms and pulling her. We ran to a cabin and hid our bodies from the Muerte festival and its people. Rebecca gave me a hard stare. “What ?!.” I asked in a low tone. “What’s going on?!.” She asked. “Muerte festival!.” I replied while piping through the cracks of the cabin. “Muerte festival…” she mumbled trying to understand from the look on her face she was trying to remember something. I watched as the army of them matched by, they hadn’t changed,they looked exactly like they did the day of my fathers terrible passing.

"What does a man who just gave up his company for 'love' consider fun, Benjamin? A quiet evening reading corporate bylaws?" "No," he chuckled, the sound deep and rare, sending a shiver down my spine. "A man in love is reckless. He wants to show his prize to the world. We'll go to the new place, The Obsidian Club. It’s high-profile, exclusive, and exactly where Sebastian expects me to go to gloat. We’ll spend two hours being utterly, sickeningly, and publicly enamored.” "The Obsidian Club," I confirmed, standing up. The idea was exhilarating. "Fine. But if we're going to be recklessly in love, we need to look the part. And no talk of Aethelred Acquisitions or vault codes, understood?"

By Boxing Day, the restlessness had turned vicious. I needed control. Something sharp. Something that would drown out the echo of Alexandra's voice saying my name like it hurt her to leave. That's how I ended up at The Obsidian Room. It was a private club, members-only, tucked behind an unmarked door in the warehouse district. Black walls, red velvet, low amber lighting that made every shadow look like sin. I'd been a member for a year—mostly observation, a few scenes when the need got too loud to ignore—but tonight I wasn't here to watch.

“I just think you’re too good for that kind of attention At the time, it had sounded protective. Possessive, maybe. But still flattering in that toxic way women romanticize. “You look lethal,” Roxy whispered, her reflection appearing behind mine in deep red lace. —- The Obsidian was a different breed of club. Where Dave’s place felt desperate and loud, this felt elite. It was all black marble, deep purple neon, and a silence that felt heavier than the music. Roxy dragged me through another suspicious hidden entrance. “What is your obsession with secret doors?” I muttered.

I realized where we were instantly. Obsidian: the most exclusive, most secretive, most infamous private club in the city. It wasn't just a nightclub; it was a fortress of wealth, power, and explicit, high-stakes sexuality. Invitation-only. No phones allowed past the velvet rope—meaning anything that happened inside was the undisputed reality of those present. He stepped out first, an absolute monarch surveying his domain. Then he turned and offered his hand. I took it, locking my fingers into his. The moment our hands touched, the transformation was complete. I was no longer Jessy; I was the accessory, the declaration, the prize.

He looked like he had a lot on his mind. When we stopped, my heart gave a startled lurch. “This is…” I trailed off, staring at the darkened building with a discreet brass plaque that read Obsidian Club. From the outside, it looked like every other regular club. Julian cut the engine and turned to me. “Yes. It’s my club. Apart from the boat cruise, I haven't really brought you into my world. So tonight you get to see everything and do anything you want.” I swallowed, my eyes going back to the signpost. I had done enough research about what goes on in clubs like this but I still felt nervous. Julian seemed to notice my hesitation as he reached out, his fingers firmly under my chin as he tilted