Romance Club Heaven's Secret: Requiem Novels & Stories

I look up. His voice lowers, something rough behind it. “Stay close to me today.” The door closes before I can respond. ⸻ The Club is nothing like I expected. From the outside it looks like a forgotten building tucked between granite warehouses and neon cocktail bars. But the moment we walk through the black-steel doors, the world changes. Lights low. Bass crawling along the floor. Velvet curtains swallowing every sound but rhythm. It smells like smoke and perfume and secrets. My pulse spikes so fast it makes me dizzy.

Right on the clock of her ten-minute limit, she excused herself and waited for more of her clients. The structure of Soul’s Secret as a whole club is a little more complex than any other club. Aside from the general club where you can picture people dancing to loud music, the club offers private rooms where their VIP clients often come to. They may or may not have dancers and entertainers. She meant what she said about the club being almost exclusive for the rich because the general club she mentioned? That dance floor is filled with actors, models, and other wealthy personalities. It is funny how on her first days at work she always got starstruck with anyone she came face to face with. It

“As in the Dante? Heaven and Hell Club?” Justin nods, oblivious, but my eyes narrow. I know exactly who Dante is. I’ve been to the Heaven part of the club—it’s just like any other, loud music, dancing, drinks. But the Hell part? That’s a different story. The rumors are everywhere, and if even half of them are true, this man profits from women. Selling them, using them. Men like him are everything I despise.

"But Eva, if you are wrong. If there is no mole and you just destroyed trust because a dead man's paranoia—there will be consequences. Club votes. Club decides. And right now, club is barely holding together after federal raids and conspiracy theories and three months of chaos." We entered the clubhouse. Moved through the main hall where members gathered for meetings. Through the bar where we celebrated victories and mourned losses. Through the corridor that led to the chapel. The chapel was small. Intimate. Walls covered with photographs of fallen members. Memorial items arranged on shelves. Candles burning for brothers and sisters who rode ahead. Sacred space where we honored the dead. "Yo

The loudness outside was already pulsing as we stepped into the Roman night. After 30 minutes we were inside the club, and the club didn’t just glow, it commanded. Gold-accented walls-, low amber llighting-, andvelvet ropes separating worlds within worlds,. This wasn’t the kind of place you wandered into by accident,. It was curated,. Exclusive,. The kind of club where money didn’t shout—it hummed quietly in tailored suits and diamond watches,. Andrea leaned in close as the bass vibrated through my ribs,. “Welcome to one of Rome’s worst-kept secrets,.”

Marek wasn’t happy as he led me in, especially since it was two in the morning but he got a call we couldn’t ignore. The bouncer let us through without a word from Marek and we stepped into the loud and dark club. I slowed, falling behind as I looked into the main area of the club. It was dark but there was nothing seedy about it. It lived up to the name Goddess Divine. It had a more ethereal feel, with how the dark drapes were coming down from the ceiling and how the room seemed to flow like water. Maybe it wasn’t a goddess of light but one of darkness, still divine, still beautiful but nothing heavenly.

“If we can’t secure this system, we’re dead in the water. They’ll have full access to everything we’ve built—every military operation, every secret project.” Eva’s eyes flicked to the side of the room, where a series of encrypted files lay open on one of the terminals. Something about them caught her attention. She moved toward the terminal, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she accessed the files. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name on one of the documents: *Project Requiem*.

Vincent said, smiling. "Mr Hindon! You don't have to!" Sebastian protested. "Don't be ridiculous! It's a gift from me!" … Sebastian and Vincent arrived at a grandiose club called Heavenly Gates on the outskirts of Steinberg. The club was massive and spanned over thousands of square feet. It was also exquisitely decorated and looked every bit like the entertainment club its name alluded to. When Sebastian and Vincent arrived, quite a number of expensive cars were already parked outside of the club, and several of them also had international car plates.

A male voice reprimanded Kaluna. "I..." Kaluna was unable to continue her sentence, as thick darkness engulfed her from all directions. *** Kaluna squirmed when she felt someone sniffing her smooth neck. She opened her eyes slowly and let a patch of light enter her heavy field of vision. "Where...?" Kaluna's hand stretched out to the surroundings. "You are in heaven." A heavy but sexy-sounding male voice touched Kaluna's eardrums, causing her to struggle to get up from her original position.

“And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.” — Twelve Hours Later – Prague, Czech Republic Aiden had never flown this fast or quietly. No security detail. No assistant. Just Julian, a forged invitation, and the name of a discreet wine gala being held in a marble estate just outside the city. They sneaked through the crowd unnoticed, Julian in black, Aiden trailing behind as support. The gala glowed with soft lights, whispered laughter, and a string quartet playing a minor key that gave the entire room a haunted feel.