Obsession Club Novels & Stories

They said that they would get ready immediately and meet at Kristen’s house so we would not have to go on a detour to multiple houses to get them. Perfect. I informed Callum of this, and we made our way over to Kristen’s house to collect the group. We were now back on the road. I turned up the volume on the radio and we sang our hearts out during the journey to the club. Our group of friends was such a vibe. When Callum and I got to the club it seemed packed. I knew my instincts were onto something when it told me to go to the club. This is going to be fun. “Wow, that is a lot of people,” Callum said, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as he observed the long line of persons waiting to

It was a wild scene to behold. If I didn’t perform well enough, would I join them? I probably would. For my baby, maybe I have no choice. The stranger stopped to greet some people on the way. Then we walked up the stairs and into an office. After I took a seat and introduced myself, he started to introduce this place. “My name is Giovanni Battista and this is Club Eclipse.” “Club Eclipse is an exclusive nightclub that caters for the elite. We employ only the best dancers to satisfy the needs of our clients. And like I said earlier, I can tell you're a great dancer and you'll excel in this company,” he said.

Dorian POV Damian… this crazy bastard. I knew he was a wild freak, but he really outdid himself this time. The second we stepped inside the so-called underground club, the smell of sweat and sex hit my nose like a slap. It was a club, alright. A sex club. Everywhere I turned, there was a naked figure posed in some corner. Moans and whimpers blended with the low bass thumping through the floor. Bodies writhed together, flesh slapping against flesh.

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.

Shouts of praise and cheers filled the room after my performance again tonight. I am standing on the blood-stained ground that people lost their lives on yesterday, but nobody seems to care. Nobody is behaving like something as horrible as murder happened in this same room and in front of everybody's eyes. I might be wrong, but I think this is more than being loyal to the boss. I mean, are they not scared that the same thing might happen to them too? Where do they get the heart and courage to return to this club even after such incidents? What makes them stick to this club? Are they bound by an oath or what? I feel there must be something deep about this. The terms and conditions of joining

Fury for Tobias. Tobias is a fucker who can even do his dirty works while being a Priest, but him? He's the CEO of WIE. He's the richest and the most respected CEO in the city. He can't pull dangerous stunts, or it'll affect the empire deeply. Unless he adds capable people to his payroll for this job. But who's capable enough to handle that bastard except the club. Valhalla Club. He heard secrets about how they're the only bloody enemies of Odium Cult who can actually stand toe to toe with that asshole.

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