Romance Club Heaven's Secret: Requiem Novels & Stories

That’s your place, isn’t it. I didn’t have to open the link to know. But I did. Of course I did. The tabloid’s homepage greeted me with a headline written in that bright, feral voice they use when they smell blood: Behind the Velvet: Secret Sex-Club Exposed (Blurred for Reader Protection). Below it, a carousel of images—faces smudged into anonymity, bodies rendered into impressionist smears—but the spaces were not blurred enough for me. I could still read the club’s bones: the hammered brass rail on the mezzanine, the chandelier that throws a constellation of soft stars on the ceiling, the red rope wall with its diamond pattern, the stage curtain’s particular fall. Elysium, spread out under

But standing here in the quiet suite, with Helena’s empty folder left behind like a forgotten relic, the war was officially over. Christopher’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, his grip firm and unyielding as he lifted me slightly, settling me back against the heavy mahogany wood of the table. He didn't care about the security logs, the glass windows, or the fact that the federal marshals were currently flooding the lower elevators. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with a quiet triumph. "Now," Christopher murmured, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, "tell me what the Queen wants to do with her kingdom."

Raven came again, trembling as he filled her with yet another load. They stayed tangled together on the couch, breathing hard. Luca kissed her deeply, possessively. “Next Friday,” he whispered against her lips, “I’m clearing the entire club. No other clients. Just you and me. And I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this room… and then take you home with me.” Raven shivered with anticipation, already completely addicted to the cold, dangerous Mafia Don. The club was still pulsing outside, but inside this room, she had become his.

"Whatever happened before you walked through those doors leave it there. In this building, you're no one's victim. You're my secretary. And I expect nothing less than excellence." Isabella rose on trembling legs. "I understand, Mr. Thorn." She turned to leave, her hand reaching for the door handle. "One more thing." She looked back. Damien Thorn faced her now, his silhouette dark against the blazing city behind him. For just a moment a fraction of a second the mask slipped. "The club. That night." His voice dropped. "It didn't happen." Isabella's heart clenched. "No," she agreed quietly. "It didn't." She walked out.

The words did not echo. They settled. Absolute. “The covenant between Heaven and Hell shall be upheld.” No one reacted. No one questioned. They did not need to. “This cycle, the Trial of Eight will commence.” Aurelian’s gaze did not shift. But the words registered. Trial. Eight. The Archangel continued. “Four shall be chosen from the Sanctified.” A pause. “Four shall rise from Hell.” Silence deepened. “It is not a matter of choice.” The air grew heavier.

Sage's final words before everything went dark and the demonic realm, the black fluff, the handsome faces of the men I loved and the world around me ebbed away. "I love you, angel! Only you." My Knox. I love you Charlotte, never forget that." My Kane. The final words echoed through my mind as sleep took hold and peace finally settled in my core. I woke up in my room in the Luna suite, the dim glow of the clock catching my eye: 9 PM. The silence around me felt thick and unsettling like a great evil had been in here. Sitting up quickly, I scanned the room expecting to see something hiding in the shadows.

Palermo — Club Inferno, Vucciria District The night pulsed with heat, a heady mixture of alcohol and desire that soaked the air in the dimly lit club. Amara had pulled away from Luca’s kiss, her breath shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body still hummed with the remnants of his touch, every inch of her skin feeling like it was on fire.

A naughty thrill filled me as Wade spoke, “I’m surprised you managed to call on time.” The pompous prick. I rolled my hips into Chloe’s mouth, relishing the pleasure of her throat fluttering around my cock. I laughed it off, “Why would I miss such an important appointment with the next alpha of the Warhammer Pack?” Wade let out a scoff, “No need to flatter. What do you have to tell me?” “He’s bought Club Heaven. I slipped him the number. They’ve got a batch of underage girls ready for him from all over.”

“And you’re going to have the best night. If Sam and Tania think you’ll hide in a corner and cry, they’re wrong.” “I… I don’t know.” “Well, I do.” She squeezed my hand. “Let’s go.” *** Jason drove us to Secret, a dark billionaire club located in the richest and wildest part of the city. The moment we walked in, the loud music welcomed us, the bass thrumming through my ears. People danced with no care in the world. Bodies pressed together. Some kissed against the walls. Some looked drunk, others clearly high. Waitresses moved through the crowd carrying trays of shots. If sin was a place, I was standing right in it. And somehow… It felt like exactly what I needed.

“I didn’t kill them, if that’s what you’re asking.” “That’s not an answer.” He moved suddenly, pinning her against the door with his body, one arm braced above her head. “No, Raven,” he growled, breath hot against her face. “That’s a warning.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Why the secrets?” she hissed. “Why the lies?” “Because this club is more than champagne and silk. It’s a fortress. And you’re inside now.” “You let me in.” “And I can still throw you out.”