Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

The guy hum thoughtfully, "Do you want to go somewhere else?" She tilted her head, "Where?" They end up in a nearby convenience store, sitting at the sparse metal chair, nursing the cheap can coffee they just bought. It should be weird, being with this guy that she just met, but it's not-seminyak street that seem to bustling with life is now quiet, apart from some nearby club that still open. "How long have you've been here?" The guy ask, curious. His fingers tapping lightly on the table top, seeming to follow a tune that he can only understand. It's endearing, actually.

Jace takes a swig of his soda. “Holy shit, there is a dungeon underneath the club? Like with prisoners?” Deke’s eyes are as round as saucers. Jace and I look at one another as if asking if he’s being serious, and then we burst out laughing, “No, Deke, it’s just what they call it. That’s where club members go to scene and watch others scene, or play, whatever it is you want to call it.” I try answering him the best I can, but the poor guy looks totally confused.

I moaned loudly, legs wrapping around him as he fucked me deep and fast. “Harder,” I gasped. “I need it rough tonight.” He gave it to me, pounding into me until the couch creaked. I came hard, crying out his name, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing the stranger’s distorted voice. After we finished, I lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin. “Elias…” I said softly. “I heard about a place. The Midnight Club. People say it’s exclusive… dark… exciting. I want to go with you.”

Date = 30 June Four more days of anxious nothingness. Place = San Francisco (Inferno) Working at the club. POV - Enrique Quiet. The club is too quiet. I hate quiet. Not the kind that blankets you at three a.m. when the world sleeps. That kind I can live with. This is the other kind — the kind that smells like dread and tastes like waiting. And tonight the club has the kind of quiet that makes you suspicious. Like maybe the universe is holding its breath before throwing something weird at you.

How could my mother be okay with all this nonsense? After a few minutes' drive, Colby pulled up in front of the club. This club was strategically located on the outskirts of my pack territory for a reason. I didn't want the judgmental Wolf Council to get wind of my activities. As I exited the vehicle, assisted by Colby, I took in the vibrant scene. The club was already pulsating with energy, evident from the long queue of patrons eagerly waiting outside.

"Well, I can't argue with that. You should probably put your address on your GPS before we get in" "Why", Lauren asks. "Because, I Don't remember it, and we're going to need it if we want to get home." "It's 6th cross Ave" "Please just input it." They were finally at the club. A really large building, the word STEREO was written bright on it. They could hear the real, loud club music from outside. Whoever the DJ is, is setting the place on fire. A few people were outside smoking. Loretta thought the building was a bit too bright.

Kaze said solemnly. Sven and Wolf harbored too many secrets that the research team at Lilyrose’s strategic department still could not figure out. “Got it.” Conan nodded grimly. Ten minutes later, the car arrived at a high-end club in Seven Stars District. “This club is the best place to have trout, Kaze. Many VIPS have been here before. It’s a little fancy.” Conan opened the car door for Kaze and introduced the place. The club was built by a clear brook, surrounded by a grove.

It’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long time, but here, surrounded by the noise of the club, I feel like I’m finally finding my place. The clatter of plates, the sound of bottles being cracked open, and the rough voices of the men blend together, creating a background that’s oddly comforting. The club is wild, chaotic, and messy, but it’s also full of loyalty, love, and a strange kind of peace I didn’t expect. As I glance around, my smile grows. This is home now. Not the perfect, picture-book kind of home, but it’s mine. It’s ours.

Kalan Club Zero. The newest and the hottest club that just opened downtown. When I walked in, it seemed no different from any trashy bar I'd been to, well aside from the fact that it was new, and the novelty hasn't washed off from the minds of people yet. Music blared all around me, bodies gyrating against each other, the air tainted with the regular stench of marijuana, cigarettes, and alcohol. Ordering a couple of drinks, I looked around, hoping I could catch a glimpse of Calix and his friends, instead my vision was filled with female Lycans dancing in lewd manners. It wasn't unusual and it wasn't that explicit, but when it came down to female Lycans and their hormones plus their high sex