Onyx Club In Philadelphia Novels & Stories

They were accepted in the club on the condition that they kept the peace. Phoenix’s Claws was the largest wolf–owned club in the Red Light district. Under Cathy’s management, it was flourishing far better than any of the clubs in the area and Cathy was beginning to think about extending the establishment into hotels and resorts. She was so occupied by her plans for the club that she almost passed the exit that would take her to the Red Light district and was lucky enough to arrive just in time to see the delivery guys bringing trucks of drinks for the opening later that night.

Seven hours later, I am absolutely, comprehensively, no cap, shitfaced. Olympus is the kind of club that other clubs aspire to become. It lives in the heart of Manhattan, belongs to my family, and is large and loud and beautiful and the champagne is always cold and the music always hits different. Tonight it is draped in deep burgundy and gold for my birthday, and the whole room smells like expensive perfume and the particular quality of a night going very well.

"A moment, boss." I didn’t have a moment. I didn’t have patience. Not when it came to her. Seconds ticked by, each one a lifetime, my fingers tightening around the phone, my knuckles white. The room around me blurred, the faces of the clan leaders fading into the background as I waited, my breath sharp, my pulse pounding in my ears. Then, Onyx." The name hit me like a physical blow. Onyx. The club was a den of sin and seduction, a place where the elite went to lose themselves. Where the music was loud, the lights were low, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and whiskey and desire.

Lia's POV The club was impossible to miss—a sleek, modern building with matte black exterior and the name "ONYX" in glowing white neon letters above the entrance. A line of well-dressed people snaked down the sidewalk, waiting to get past the velvet ropes where two large bouncers were checking IDs and deciding who was cool enough to enter. We climbed out of the Uber and I immediately felt self-conscious. The line was long and everyone looked impossibly stylish and beautiful and like they belonged here in a way I wasn't sure I did.

After all He has been waiting for years and no one can hinder his hunt in any way possible. His regal aura and menacing steps into the narrow walls of the shady club allured the attention of few women including she-wolves and humans too. The wet and dreamy gaze of them didn't faze him a bit let alone tempting. The high-end club ‘Dark eclipse' is situated in the New York city area where all kinds of creatures and shifters were equally entitled to join. The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals.

8 Months Later Kade POV “Babe, we are going to be late!” I called out to Evelyn as I looked in the hallway mirror as I straightened my tie. Today was the grand opening of my new club, Oasis that was once called Olympus and owned by Ricci. Machine and I had worked hard making the space into an elegant yet erotic atmosphere. With a color palette of Deep Red and black with accents of crystal, we were able to achieve our goal. Never would this club be home to sex trafficking ever again. Tonight we would be showing our hard work off to our loved ones and the new elite members of the club.

I wouldn't let him see my disappointment. "As long as you felt it, that's fine. I'm not in a hurry," I kept my face impassive, though my voice remained intentionally friendly. "Are you out drinking, Mr. Griffin? I can recommend a truly excellent place. Olympus Club is very famous in Skyview City. Feel free to go and spend as much as you like-put it on my account." I already had a plan forming in my mind. After hanging up, Rachel entered the room. "Ms. Shaw, will Mr. Griffin go to Olympus Club?" she inquired.

Well you were the one who told me that your ten-year drought broke because a basement servant put on a short dress?" Liam swiveled his tumbler of crystal-clear ice, the single amber splash of luxury bourbon washing against the sides with a rhythmic clink that was entirely lost beneath the heavy bass thumping through the floorboards of the Onyx Lounge. We were tucked deep inside the club's most exclusive VIP alcove, a hidden enclave of dark mahogany panels, plush leather, and heavy velvet drapes that kept the flashing neon strobe lights of the main dance floor at a safe, elite distance.

Hillary’s POV When we arrived at OXBy’s, there was a very long queue to get in because this is the best club in the city. Luckily, we have VIP passes, which means that we don’t have to stay on the queue. We walked right up to the bouncer that’s standing outside the door and we presented our tickets. He receive it with a smile, then he moved aside and let us walk through the door. We giggled happily as we walked through the dimly lit hallway, with the music blasting loudly from the other side of the hallway. When we finally got to the heart of the club, I was dazzled by the whole set up of this nightclub.

God knows I needed the distraction. I haven’t had sex in more than a month and the worst part is I wasn’t even interested. And That’s a first for me. “Yes!” Dante jumps up. “Brother Dante is going to show my two favorite people a good time.” Marcus chuckles standing with him, “I’m pretty sure we are way down that chain.” We drove separately. The club sat in the heart of New York at Meatpacking District, on Gansevoort Street, glowing with neon and promises. A line wrapped around the building and music throbbed through the walls.