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After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis. He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes. Onyx made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.

Lily immediately recognized it and exclaimed, "Isn't that the card for 'Diohn Club'!?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. "Diohn Club" is a highly exclusive and unique VIP club located in Cloud City. Unlike typical entertainment venues, it only accepts special guests who can enter by invitation card. These cards are sporadically issued by the enigmatic owner of "Diohn Club" and are auctioned off in limited quantities. Even celebrities find it difficult to gain entry.

Penny added, fluffing her hair. After bidding farewell to her mom, we took an Uber to Nyx, an exclusive club known for its elite clientele. One look at us, and the bouncers ushered us inside without a second thought. The interior was dazzling—golden lights, luxurious decor, and an air of effortless sophistication. A live DJ spun electrifying beats that blasted through the speakers placed at strategic points and the dance floor pulsed with energy. “This place is gorgeous,” I murmured, taking it all in. Everything about Nyx screamed opulence.

Another guy, a weak wolf named Darren was also assisting. Cathy was just checking the VIP section which had now been moved upstairs when Darren came in holding a phone to his ear. He was a handsome 21-year-old dressed in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and he had very close-cropped hair. “One second I’ll hand it to her now.” He held the phone out to Cathy and she took it cautiously. “Who’s it?” she asked. “It’s that guy.” ‘That guy’ was the owner of another club in the Red Light district and he must have heard about Phoenix Claws' inability to attract clubbers as usual because ever since Maggie handed the keys over to her, he had been calling almost every second of the day asking to buy the cl

MAY 2017 Crowded at the last event held at CLUB 20 Tokyo Japan. This is the last performance of the three for Ongaku Company which is their first Agency. It wasn’t a big event and it was just an ordinary performance for three. But as their contract ends here, they want it to be a nice and orderly performance. "The 80's to 90's night here at Club 20 Tokyo Japan!" Exclaimed Manager Maichael. "KAMPAI!" Lucifer said and cheered as well as Azza and Phoenix. "Cheers to forever young! Happy Birthday Phoenix!" Azza shouted and just wanted to bathe Lucifer with Sparkling wine.

I Lyft to Gonner at seven thirty. Gonner is owned by a friend of Adrian so we frequented this club from time to time. When I see Zach, the bouncer at the door, I give him a smile. He nods his bald head to me and unlatching the rope to let me pass. Protests from those who’s been standing in line to get in shadows my way into the hottest club in New York City.

***************** CHAPTER 127 ~Author’s POV~ The rooftop lounge of Seraphine, one of the city’s most exclusive members-only clubs, buzzed with low conversation and jazz humming through golden speakers. The skyline burned orange with the last of the sunset, and the air was thick with cigar smoke and quiet power. Kayne arrived just as David Mercer waved him over from a private corner booth. “Good timing,” David said smoothly, raising his glass as Kayne took the seat across from him.