Romance Club Heaven's Secret: Requiem Mga Nobela at Kwento

I really wanted to express my feelings and say the words I had already accepted but I couldn't find the courage to do so, instead I was trying to let him know with every touch and kiss. When the car came to a stop, Antonio helped me out and circled his arm around my waist. I looked up at the building, noting the stone structure with very few windows that were blacked out, not giving a hint of what was inside. As we took the stairs to the fogged glass doors manned by two burly men with earpieces in, I noticed the name on the building and asked, “It says Red Velvet. But you said something else.” “The Rose and Thorns is a secret and exclusive club with only about fifty to seventy five members.

Still, I wanted to hear him say it with his own mouth. That way, at least, we would have an ending. I arrived at the Dynasty Hotel, only to be stopped at the door. The door attendant said apologetically, “I am sorry, miss. Mr. Kyle has booked the hotel for the night. No one can enter without an invitation.” My eyes swept past him, over the glittering gowns and sparkling lights inside, until they landed squarely on the pair at the heart of the dance floor, locked in a blazing, breathless embrace.

Rose’s heels clicked nervously against the black marble, every step echoing louder than she wanted. The underground hall smelled faintly of sandalwood, smoke, and something sweeter she couldn’t place. She smoothed her trembling hands down the curve of her red dress—the dress they had chosen for her. Too tight, too short, cut to leave her bare beneath. It wasn’t a place you found on advertisements. The Velvet Room didn’t need them. It lived in whispers. A secret club beneath a luxury hotel, hidden behind a door guarded by men in black suits and accessed only with a password that changed every night.

“He's a guy. You were at the cafe with a guy?!” Heaven swallows. “Yes but he—he’s my friend. And he’s—” “Gay,” Julian supplies helpfully from behind. My anger calms at that. He's gay? Well, I guess that's fine. Another glance at Heaven makes my need for her grow. Fuck, we need to get home right now. “Send all the dresses as well as the bill to the Wiles estate.” I say calmly to the assistant by the desk. “Yes sir, the lady replies with a polite smile.”

I was still naked, covered in their cum and the sweat of battle, my body trembling from the mix of adrenaline and lingering pleasure. Sarah stood in the doorway, watching with a dark smile. “You survived,” she said softly. “But the Club always finds a way to reclaim what it wants. Victor has something special planned for you. A new game.” Damien pulled me against his chest, his hand sliding down to cup my cum-leaking pussy possessively. “Then we’ll play it on our terms,” he said coldly. Elias stepped forward, holding an ornate black invitation with a wax seal. “The Club is offering a temporary truce,” he explained. “A historical immersion event. They want you to participate in a multi-night

Dom The Vegas Den didn't smell like the expensive air of a palace. It smelled like damp concrete, old oil, and the copper tang of blood. Deep in the sub-basement, far below the thumping bass of the club, the air was still and heavy. It was a tomb for secrets, and tonight, it was holding one that smelled like treason. I stood in the shadows, my black shirt still carrying the faint, lingering scent of the boutique. Rocco stepped out of the flickering light, his face a mask of grim satisfaction.

I miss you, mom and I love you. ************************************************************* Author's Note. Hi friends, Here is the final chapter of Love Like Heaven, and with that, my second story has come to an end. I hoped you all like it. I want to thank each and every one of you who took the time out to read my story.

The night had fully dropped now, casting the city in its usual chaos—neon lights bleeding onto rain-slick asphalt, dancers grinding to reggaeton basslines, vampires pulling humans into alley shadows. My club stood at the center of it all, three floors of sin built from generational wealth and blood-stained money. The sign glowed: Inferno. “Don Rafaele! I didn’t know you’d be coming in today,” Madam Cherry shrieks as I step into her portable office in the backrooms of my club. “I want to see my pet,” I reply after a moment of pleasantries. I lower myself to a sitting position whilst lighting my cigar. She glares at me instantly, and I chuckle. She hates it when I smoke in her office.

“I look like I can bag me a sexy hot billionaire vampire or werewolf in those Korean dramas.” Marcus’s voice crackled in my ear. “You good in there?” “Yeah,” I whispered back. “Wish you could see me right now. You’d pass out.” “I probably would. 100% will.” I smiled. I knew the flirty tension was always there, but this wasn’t the time. I joined the other ladies as the backdoors opened and Club Umbra swallowed us whole. There was red lights, pounding music, and hot bodies everywhere. Heat rolled off the crowd like steam, champagne, cologne, pheromones... it was dizzying.

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.