Ouran Host Club Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Swallowing my yummy pudding, “love you too baby” Michelle squeals, “Ok, they’re good. Now if either of you clowns make a scene again, you’re sleeping with each other and Dana and I will share a room tonight, yeah?”. They look at eachother with disgust when Zak is the first to speak. “I will be the first to apologize to Ian and say yeah, hell no. I am never sharing a room with Leo… ever, ever again. Sorry, Michelle. He’s yours for good”.

She smiled and now I feel bad. "Thankyou for understanding but I promise you that it will get better." I said and she chuckled. "It's okay." We both just chill at the side when suddenly Lauren grabbed my hand. "Girls!" Lauren pointed at the door and the first thing I saw was Matthew Lemiere entering the club. Lauren pulled me along with Olivia. We ran to a small hallway and bursted the backdoor. We all gasped to see Daniel, Aiden, Marco, Andrew, Joel and Chris at the backdoor.

"Aurora please marry my son clark" ©Pop Precious

Alana's POV "He is a psychopath! I mean who does that, don't leave me wrong it was sexy but odd! You should've been there." I say debriefing to Aurora as we walk into the club. "He wants you, who drops that much money on a less than 5 minute lap dance." She replies. "I'll probably never see him, a shame." As we're about to enter the dressing room, our manager calls my name and so I walk over to him. If I have to serve again...

Cassian tells her, his gaze now dropped to his phone. Aurora blushes, “You didn't see me perform.” she laughs. “I just know you were awesome,” his gaze lifts, and he winks at her. The very moment my phone dings with a message from I*******m, Cassian tagged me in some shit. Obviously a photo he took in the club or one from earlier today. Aurora is silent now, Cassian opening the bottle he brought with him a minute ago.

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

This club is really worth the hype and she tried her best to stay as reserved as she could. She was feeling lonely as she joined them in the dinning table, she doesn't have any friend, and the ones she managed to talk with like Mariya, haven't been granted access into the club, so she stuck with eating slowly. At the end of the long dining table, the host, Susanna, most impeccably dressed, with Queen Bee at her right and Mr Sky at the left raised a toast to celebrate the coming together of different calibers and everyone raised a toast to affirm that.

I followed behind him like a confused puppy and he had no choice than to tighten his grip on me, all because he claimed he didn't want me to get lost amidst the unholy crowd. The crowd was unholy alright, but there was a particular wave of good vibrations that filled the place and truly, the name of the club fitted its aura. “Zamani, are you alright?” Orion asked on top of his voice. If I said I was alright, I would be lying like the pathetic liar that I was, but I didn't have it in me. “I am not okay. My eardrums are in danger.” His face curled in a smug smile. “I told you to stay home, but you refused.”

“Listen, Mom and listen carefully. You don’t know the first thing about Aurora. She has more good in her pinky toe than Chloe had in her entire body. You wanna talk about someone who doesn’t deserve me? It wasn’t my current girlfriend that was trying to make her way into the Guinness Book of World Records for how many dicks she could take before she hit eighteen years old! That was Chloe, Mom! Not Aurora.” “Owen! You don’t have to be so vulgar, dammit!” “Yeah, I do because that’s the only way to get through to you! The perfect little socialite that you picked out for me was nothing but the team slut! She was passed around that locker room more than the damn football was!” “Oh and this Aurora

It looked worst when the club first made contact with my body. It pierced right through my flesh and out the other side. I managed to jump onto the ogre's head, before sticking my claws deep into his skull and pulling out his brain. He hit me so hard with his wooden spiked club, I went flying along the barrier and almost over the bridge to hell. Kris and Hunnie spending time alone will always be a big thing to me. She needed to accept him too and I wanted them to get along. She will grow to love the both of us equally. He is me, after all..