Novel & Cerita Obsession Club

Declan brings up, "and has been somewhat bizarre from that point onward." I take the primary nibble of my homemade breakfast, delighting at the pleasantness I'm at last ready to enjoy. Regardless of how irritating Liam might be, I feel fortunate that things have turned out along these lines. "We should not discuss Oliver," Declan excuses after a long, off-kilter quietness, "educate her regarding the club, Sebastian." "Better believe it," I concur, "what club?" "We own a dance club in the city called Twilight. It is quite possibly of the best club you will track down anyplace in the state," Sebastian says, "and it is additionally the way that we bring in our cash."

By the time work finally ended, I wasn’t ready to go back to the mansion yet. I couldn’t deal with another dinner filled with tension and hidden conversations. So instead of getting into the driver’s car, I asked him to leave.Then I called a cab. The club sat near the richer side of downtown hidden behind dark glass and gold lights. I’d heard about it for years but never had the money or connections to actually get inside before. Now? The guards let me in instantly. The inside was beautiful. Dark velvet walls. Soft music. Expensive perfume lingering in the air.

Valerie’s POV The club transformed into a mysterious cesspool filled with hidden vices and concealed secrets. Faded red wallpapered walls throbbed beneath dim neon lights which cast eerie shadows across the cracked leather booths. Cigarette smoke combined with stale beer and sweat filled the air to create an intoxicating atmosphere that whispered late-night confessions and desperation. I had been in places like this before—where people exchanged their dignity for a few bills and their secrets for a drink. This evening presented my opportunity to obtain one of those hidden truths.

She glanced at the clock and it was actually too late. She tried to call him but he didn't receive it. Now she was getting worried. She went out and saw guards rushing here and there in panic. "Hey, what happened?" She stopped one of the guard and asked. "Ma'am... Boss was in the club for meeting. That club was attacked and many have died in the bomb blast. Few came out but we couldn't find boss anywhere, Ace has instructed us to increase the security of the mansion. I request you to stay inside please..."

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

To anything that would help me drown out his voice echoing in my head. “You’re pathetic.” That one stuck. It played on loop like a curse. Because I knew he was right. Maybe this obsession I had with him—this reckless, spiraling need to have him—wasn’t desire. Maybe it was a sickness. One that consumed every part of me until I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I tried to remember what happened after the club. There were pieces, scattered like broken glass. Laughter. Loud music. A drink too many. A face—his face?

"No? Olivia, we discussed this. The narrative is 'Stronger Than Ever.' We need you seen, smiling, and wearing the diamond necklace Justin gave you for your anniversary." "The necklace is in the garbage disposal, Gracie," I said, stepping out of the puddle of lace in my silk slip. "And I am not going to a wrap party to drink lukewarm champagne and talk to producers who breathe through their mouths. I’m going out." "Out? Where?" "To remind myself that I am Olivia Rayne," I snapped, grabbing a leather jacket from my chair. "And that I am very, very single." The club was called Obsidian. It was the kind of place where the air tasted like expensive perfume and poor decisions. I was tucked into a

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.