Novel & Cerita Obsession Club

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.

In a weird way I feel he eats their organs. “What’s going on?!.” Rebecca whispered. As old as she was she had never experienced such a thing, she was a pure Demon royalty, pampered till she became rotten and devious . Her father and brothers never let her see such a thing to them she is still a baby they must protect her till her suture comes to marry her off!, how dumb. My memory went back to the first time I had seen such a thing. I was just Ten……. ^^^

Then after moving past them, it all started to sink in, the music, the smoke, the annoying lights that make me dizzy, the image of girls dressed in seductive outfits, swaying their bodies to the music whilst a few are busy looking for an available one night stand, or someone to pin their pregnancy on. This is why I hate going to a club, makes me feel like a cheap whore, whose life is messy and sad and with this, I mean no offense to anyone, it's just my personal opinion. "I still can't believe I agreed to this. How the hell did you convince me?" I hiss sharply at Martin who seems less concerned about my ranting. "This is why you're already an old lady at age 26, you just can't see the good i

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

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING