Onyx Club In Philadelphia Novels & Stories

We were two predators occupying the same territory, bound only by the woman currently asleep in a VIP pavilion. Yet, curiosity is a dangerous thing. Antonio had looked like a man unraveling in that parking lot, chasing the ghost of Allison. If what he wanted to say had anything to do with the storm currently brewing, I needed to hear it first. *** The Onyx Lounge was an ultra-exclusive, underground establishment in Manhattan—the kind of place where memberships were inherited and business was conducted in whispered, untraceable deals. When I arrived, the entire venue was empty, save for a few bartenders who looked like they had been ordered to keep their eyes on the floor. Antonio had obvious

The moment I reached the front, a bouncer stopped me with his hand. “You need to go to the back of the line.” his face was stern as he stared at me. I stared at him for a second. Then I reached into my purse and pulled out a thick bundle of cash, slipping a thousand dollars into his hand. His eyes widened instantly, before a smile spread across his face. “Welcome,” he said quickly, stepping aside. “Welcome to Onyx Seramis.” I simply walked past him, and stepped into the club, the music blasting right into my eardrums.

In the meantime, over at the Draycott family, several calls from Orion's affiliated companies had gone unanswered. Orion was hosting guests in a private club at the time. The club was lavishly adorned, with bridges arching over streams of flowing water and calligraphy set against painted backdrops. A pianist played softly in the distance. Even the wine was poured into crystal goblets, evoking the elegance of an era when scholars gathered to debate philosophy and poetry. Privacy was the club's most valued feature. The pianist couldn't see the guests in the private rooms, and diners rarely revealed their true identities. They enjoyed exclusive dishes and rare reserve liquors and dressed with u

] She thought for a while and decided to block her ex-mate. Suzan asked acquaintances within the Alpha Shawn to inquire about this wolf's whereabouts. Suzan learned that tonight he would have dinner with a very important client. It took her a lot of time to find out the specific box. *** At six o'clock in the evening, Suzan dressed up and took a taxi to the club. This club, along with Royal No. 1 in this city, are both high-end entertainment clubs. Thanks to her late Luna, she had membership in both houses, and her late Luna had paid her membership fees for ten years.

Isabella’s POV Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club was a plain enough building from the outside. In fact, it didn’t even have a big neon sign or a billboard to announce its presence. Instead, a brass-enameled plaque was the only thing on the completely black building. The sign simply says, Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club – Members Only. There was no lineup, which means it’s ultra-exclusive. Probably Mafia, elite businessmen, and politicians frequented here for privacy and anonymity. Two giants of men stood guard at the front entrance to ensure privacy.

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.

Sofia asked, linking arms with Elena. “Exhausting,” Elena groaned. “My hand feels broken.” Killian laughed. “That’s the sign of a true scholar.” “Or a true victim,” Elena muttered. James grinned. “Well, then tonight calls for celebration. Club night! Drinks, music, dancing. It’s mandatory. We need to wash the taste of existential dread out of our mouths with overpriced vodka.” “Yes! Absolutely!” Sofia agreed, bouncing on her heels. “The new place downtown, ‘Onyx.’ I heard it’s impossible to get in, but David’s cousin knows the bouncer.”

His personal assistant stood up immediately, awaiting his orders. “Andre, take me to the club.” “Sir?” Andre let out a surprised response. Philip ran several night clubs in the most active parishes in London. They all operated under the name Kilox. In Christ Church was the Kilox Gold club for the mature crowd, in St. Stella was Kilox Silver for teens, twenties and thirties and Kilox Platinum St. Peter was for the very elite. Philip never visited the clubs; he paid well to have them managed and they were all successful.

Onyx Lounge, Raven's Den, Vixen and Inferno. Onyx Lounge and Raven's Den were regular clubs, where the elite group and VIPs of Las Vegas spent their time and their wealth. But Vixen and Inferno were totally different. According to the Press, those two clubs were hell's entrance. They weren't regular, and they certainly were not for the faint hearted. Vixen was a strip club. And not just any strip club. It was the underground of pure ecstasy, where people revealed their true forms. There were no judgements, no rules and no control.