Obsession Club Novels & Stories

"I know this isn't easy." "Walk me through it," I said, moving to sit back down. "What exactly happens at this club? What should I expect?" For the next twenty minutes, they briefed me on the Obsidian Club and what I would encounter there. The main floor was a legitimate high-end casino—expensive, exclusive, catering to wealthy clients who enjoyed gambling with some discretion. But below the main floor, accessible only through specific entrances and requiring certain credentials, was where the real business happened.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

'Protect your fat asses you stinky ass, shitty personality, extremely arrogant, ugly faced, terribly smelly and always growling, unmannered, no class mutts because the danger is coming your way. I thought to myself, knowing what I am going to do tonight very well because that's what happens, everytime I visit a club which is more than thrice a week. Yeah I visit this clubs frequently because along with those shitty liquor and fucking drugs, what's sold their is information about each and everything if one offers a good price. Their information is trustworthy and reliable, they maintain the confidentiality of their customers, due to their this terms I prefer letting them do my dirty laundry w

Some girls have told me that when it comes to sex, I can be a dirty motherfucker. For my dark and deep obsessions, I go to a club downtown. It’s a private member only club where you mask up and choose a mate for the night. The thought of luring Roxy to a club like that makes my dick want to play. I rake a hand through my head. What is it with this woman? Every time I am close to her, my dick starts talking. It’s insane. The woman has grown into sex on legs is all I can say and it isn’t doing me any favors right now.

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

The cab ride was a blur, the city lights streaking past like mocking reminders of the life I wasn't living. "The most expensive champagne you have," I slurred to the bartender, the moment I was inside 'Obsidian,' a club that reeked of money and desperation. Julian's card felt warm in my hand, a physical manifestation of the power I was about to wield, however briefly.

Somehow, that didn't make her feel better. At precisely six o'clock, Gabriel's phone buzzed. He checked the message, then gestured toward the door. "Time to go." The drive took them out of the city to a sprawling estate in the wealthy northern suburbs. Wrought-iron gates opened automatically as their car approached, revealing manicured grounds surrounding a mansion that screamed old money. "Welcome to The Sanctuary," Gabriel said as they pulled up to the imposing front doors. "Mr. Castellano's private club for discerning members."

I need a break. Not only that, but I leave home and drive to the club, strange driving after so long, because it’s good years that I have a driver and never go out alone. But it’s like riding a bike, you can’t forget. When I get to the club, I immediately regret coming. It’s not my environment to relax. Not my environment at all. Point.

JACK POV “Get off me!” I yell at the bouncer as he drags me out of the club through the back door and pushes me to the floor. “Come on, Pavor. It’s good old Jack.” I try to appeal to the club owner who followed us out. “Go back to whatever hell you crawled out from and don’t come back.” Pavor warns, shutting the door in my face. “F*** you!” I curse. This is the third club I am getting kicked out from this night alone.

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.