Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

9PM The Void Club Khaid’s routine on a non-mission night was clockwork. At 9:00 PM, he would arrive at The Void Club, a venue he partially owned, using it as a discrete command center and social surveillance hub. This time, he didn't enter as the bubbly life of the party. He entered through a private service entrance, bypassing the main crowd, and went directly to his secluded booth overlooking the main floor. The club was a dizzying blend of flashing lights, expensive clientele, and heavy, pulsating electronic music.

## MEEKA ## Nora's jaw drops the instant we arrive at the club. I can see the disbelief in her eyes, and she's probably wondering how the hell I got to know this place and she doesn't. This club—the same one that Bolt guy had brought me to that night. Yeah, that's exactly where we are. “How the hell do you know this place and I don't, Meeka?” Nora asks, her voice almost swallowed by the loud, swirling music. “Jesus. This is what I call a club, not all those sorry for clubs we've been to. Where exactly is this place?”

she answered. "That's fine." ••• The club was called Lune. It was on the west side of the city, below street level, and it opened at noon on weekends for a crowd that had no interest in conventional hours. Kate had looked it up in the car and read the reviews aloud as if she wanted to hear how unreasonable it was to go to the club. We found a booth near the back and I ordered for both of us. Kate looked at her drink when it arrived and probably didn't want to drink it.

"Last time I didn't get into your bed on purpose, it's none of my business!" Sophie didn't know what had happened at all. Serena's phone had been unreachable the whole time. She wanted to ask someone but couldn't. This man turned out to be the president of Robert Group. Oh my god, if he misunderstood that she got into his bed, she would be in trouble. "I know." Roy saw her rejecting expression and felt somewhat angry for no reason. In a cold tone, he repeated the command, "Come here!" This man naturally had a strong, sinister atmosphere. Sophie took small steps forward and asked in a muffled voice, "What for?"

I say, so Nathan knows I get what he’s talking about. “Exactly.” “So, you know the way to this place?” I ask, and he reaches over to the media console and hits a button. “No, but Daniel does.” Nathan presses the button for the GPS and he’s right; it’s taking us exactly where we need to go. Where we need to go is a seedy looking building in Brixton with a logo that mimics the signs for the subway system, but in black and white. Fluorescent green letters in a spray paint font declare “The Underground” is the name of the club.

Sex always complicated things and I knew that. I grabbed my phone and searched “Things to do near me.” I was getting desperate. Tomorrow i would joint a gym or something. A place called Obsidian popped up on my screen. It seemed interesting enough. The name alone was kind of cool. It was some type of adult club but I didn’t really know what that meant. I thought all clubs were for adults. I didn’t typically like to go places alone – like, at all, actually, but this place had piqued my interest somehow and I had to get out of this apartment.

Oliver had called, but Gaia sent it to voicemail, and she didn’t respond to his text. Mads arrived in an Uber car a few minutes after eight, and they drove to her favorite club, Club Spin. They skipped the line and were let in by the bouncer who was another of Matilda’s acquaintances. Mads appeared to have connections everywhere she went. The bass was vibrating the entire club, and the DJ was churning out some sweet tracks. As the strobe lights pulsed, the club-goers swayed to the beat. It was a multi-level club with several dancefloors and genres of music playing. They took a seat at the bar on the EDM level, while Mads ordered two shots of tequila and two Cosmopolitans. They swatted away t

She shrugged, not knowing what to say. Rosella chuckled at her innocent behaviour. Mary was the innocent angel of the group. She usually stayed away sinful things; like intercourse. "Well my sweet friend, you definitely are innocent as fuck." Selena smirked at her, shaking her head amusement. Mary shrugged them off once again and led them towards the club. The club was in the uptown of the city where only the richest resided and came. "So is this Jake's club?" Linda questioned, her curiosity getting the best out of her. "Nope, he just borrowed a small place in the club for his friends to party."

The silence roared louder than any music could. By the time I stopped, I was parked outside Obsidian, the private club I sometimes used to drink the memories away. The kind of place where no one asked questions and everyone pretended not to care who you were. Inside, the air was thick with perfume and smoke. The bass from the music thrummed through the leather seats. I ordered a drink. Then another. Then one more. But no matter how much whiskey burned its way down my throat, it couldn’t drown the images replaying in my head—

I didn't recognize the song, but it had a beat that wouldn't quit! The club sat at the edge of our city, surrounded by a spectacular view. The exclusive nightspot tucked away in this private part of town is owned by someone Amanza knew who is famous. It dished out music that drew the tourists who wanted to socialize, enjoy the upbeat sounds, and dance the night away. Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Holland, who I guided into the gyrating crowd.