Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

It takes a few more minutes on the road and I’m driving into Lumeire clubhouse as addressed by the strange caller. Approaching the building, I can already hear the pounding and blaring music exuding from the building. After pulling over at a safe spot, I dart out of the car like a stag and rush into the club. As expected I’m welcomed with the obscure view of different sinful activities in club which sickens me to my stomach. The pungent smell of weeds and alcohol is the worst. Goodness, sunny you are so getting it from me! Now how do I find sunny in the midst of numerous half naked bodies all over the place? My eyes and legs works in sync as I begin to thaw round the club, searching keenly f

Lily immediately recognized it and exclaimed, "Isn't that the card for 'Diohn Club'!?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. "Diohn Club" is a highly exclusive and unique VIP club located in Cloud City. Unlike typical entertainment venues, it only accepts special guests who can enter by invitation card. These cards are sporadically issued by the enigmatic owner of "Diohn Club" and are auctioned off in limited quantities. Even celebrities find it difficult to gain entry.

*** Sia and Rhea arrived at the private club they thought they wouldn't see familiar, although She appeared to be like some saint Sia knew her friend was no ordinary girl that was why she had to keep her eyes open and make sure she doesn't have a lot to drink "Tell me who does it better than...this club is lit!" Rhea said in a cheerful voice as they stepped out of the car, sia looked around and had to say the club was located somewhere secluded. The entire area was filled with cars and sia knew many people preferred this very same club to relax as well as to get away from the people they preferred not to see and just like her who didn't want to face Emiliano had come to hide

THE CLUB The city had changed its skin by nightfall. The rain-washed streets shimmered under neon and deceit. Music spilled out from the heart of the district—low, throbbing, human. Haven, the club Sienna had chosen, was carved out of glass and shadow, the kind of place where power came to dance with denial. Amara arrived at nine on the dot.

he said, drinking me up from head to toe and his lips twitching like he had more to say but didn’t, instead he walked ahead of me and I followed sheepishly behind him. When we arrived at the club, the neon lights flashed brightly above us, casting an electric glow over the entrance. Music pulsed from inside, vibrating through the walls. It wasn’t news that most of the Dons in Algreen Cove owned midnight clubs or exclusive bars which was really just a front to clean illegal money.

The club was called The Secret club. Fitting. It was a dark, loud place where people went to forget who they were and what they’d done. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, spilled liquor, cheap perfume, and pure, unadulterated desperation. The bass from the music was a constant, heavy thump in my chest, a heartbeat that was not my own.

she frowns, flipping the script on him and opens the door when he jams it. “Shit, you better not be fucking with me,” he says with a deep frown, “give me a minute, I’ll take you to him.” “Thanks,” Raven replies, nervous to the bone, her heart racing hard. A few minutes later, Lester drives up to a high end club in town known as Sodom, a strip club known for its hedonistic acts. If there was ever a place where fever could be sold as a legal item, it would be here.

My step brother. I slipped deeper into the club. Black Swan was already alive. Bass throbbed through the floor like a pulse, drowning out all thoughts. Everything sparkled, from the chandeliers above to the diamonds on throats below. This wasn’t just a club. This was where power came to play. High-end, exclusive, ruthless. I craned my neck, scanning the crowd. No sign of him. Not at the bar, not at the booths. I pulled out my phone and texted:

Here, I’m just Aria. The ride is fast, too fast, maybe, but that’s the point. We cut down winding roads, through the thinning forest, then onto pavement where the tires hum against the concrete like a heartbeat. The town is close, familiar in the way only a secret escape can be. I see the glow of shop windows, the blur of headlights, and that little thrill in my chest expands. We roll up to the club and already the bass is pulsing through the ground like thunder. Our place. Hidden in plain sight on a side street lined with graffiti and old brick, the entrance is marked only by a flickering neon sign: Eclipse.

YOO-MI’s POV I need a drink. I really need a drink. The Club Syndrome is a huge bar on the outskirts of town, far off the beaten path. It’s popular with tourists and a few town regulars. Different colors of lights emitted a bright glow outside its huge glass door making the whole place lighted. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, arms over my chest, debating whether or not I really wanted to go in.