Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

Book 2 Guilty Pleasure #2 Chapter One The bass of the music pulsed through the floor of Club Noire, the most exclusive, and notorious club in the city. Neon lights flashed like heartbeats in the dark, slow and sultry, coating every surface in red and violet, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and something darker, something sinful. This was not the kind of club where girls like her were meant to be. “Elena, come on!” Avonlea shrieked over the music, tugging her arm with the force of a hurricane. “This is the real deal! Look at this place!”

" Are you actually okay? You've been out of it for a while now. I can stop all this. We'll just be here together. We can watch tv or something." Naomi shook her head. " No I actually really want to stay at home for a while. I'm fine. I promise. Go have fun with your cousin and his new husband." ** ** ** The club they went to was the one closer to them. Called 'Club Century'. It was packed. David was a little scared of the fullness of the club. Clive reassured him. " I'm here don't worry. We'll actually have fun." And with that, they entered the club. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and the people were dancing. David was a little overwhelmed at first, but as they made their way

Looking around,Nora sighted Chloe at the far end of the club.mae didn't tell her it was a freaking club,she thought it was a bar that they would just hang out. They waited in queue for a while trying to get flashed in or however they said it by two hefty bouncers with that held what looked like a flash, pointing it at their arm as they each entered club 'DE PARIE". Second most exotic club in the whole of New Jersey,and it was buzzing,it wasn't even the weekend but it was filled,bodies kept rubbing bodies as they walked to where Chloe sat, constantly checking her phone,she raised head as if sensing the girls were around.

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.

"I remember, Amelia. Don't worry. I won't forget your things. Something came up with Ivy, and I need to sort it out first. I'll go with you to meet Beckett Calloway in a bit. "You're so beautiful; he'll definitely like you and make you his missus. The Calloways are the most powerful family in all of Northbank—far stronger than my family. You'll surely have your happily ever after, Amelia. I'll be quick. Just wait for me, okay?"

They were both ready and they walked out of the house, they entered Chloe’s car and she drove out of the mansion. “What club are we heading to?” “The best one in Salado.” They got there after a while and Audrey was surprised to find everywhere silent, she gave Chloe a questioning look and she chuckled. “Trust me, it's a club.” She giggled as they got down, they both walked into the silent building and Audrey looked around. The building seemed abandoned and creepy, they walked into an elevator and Chloe pressed the only button there. “Is it below us?” She asked as she was starting to hear the music as the elevator went down.

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.

I ask not interested in small talk or the way she was trying to adjust her bra. “I don’t know” she smirks. “He said he would be back home later…maybe you could keep me company instead. I turn around and leave. There is only one other place he might be. The club. The club is loud and bubbling with music. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Red and blue lights illuminate the room, bodies pressed against each other. I squeeze through. “Hey, my man” I hear from a distance. I give a thumbs up not ready for a conversation.

Far behind us, the penthouse was just a needle of light piercing the clouds, massive, still, and completely oblivious to the fact that its Queen had officially gone rogue. When we pulled up, the street looked deserted. The club was squeezed between two crumbling, unassuming buildings. There was no neon sign, no velvet rope, just a heavy, reinforced black door and a man standing in front of it who looked like he’d enjoy breaking your jaw as much as checking your ID. But even from the sidewalk, you could feel it. The bass was a low, primal thrum vibrating through the concrete and into the soles of my heels. “Oh,” Joana whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “This is th