Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

Where do you go when you're at your lowest? When you have no one by your side? Or maybe when you've just run away from your own wedding? For me, the answer was simple. The only place that made sense—the one spot where you could drown your sorrows in alcohol, cry your heart out, and let the music blast away the thoughts clawing at your mind. A club. Not just any club, mind you—one of the most exclusive in New York, owned by none other than the infamous and dangerous business man, Alaric Voss.

By the time I realized where I was going, I was already there. The club sat behind an unmarked entrance on a street that looked expensive enough to disapprove of itself. No line outside. No sign. The sort of place that didn’t need advertisement because the right people already knew. Music leaked faintly when the door opened for someone leaving, then vanished again. My phone rang just as I parked. Salvatore. “She’s on board.” I didn’t answer. I ended the call and got out of the car. Inside, the club breathed in waves. Music heavy enough to sit in the chest. People arranged carefully around banquettes and shadowed corners, trying to look accidental and failing. Waiters moved fast. Money moved

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.

It was the longest conversation I had with her. In next five minutes, I was heading to my club Notturno Paradiso as it opens after five in the evening, the only bar & club in the city which doesn't open in the daytime means safety from getting caught in unwanted attention. Mr. Hall would be coming over there to discuss the deal we had when he agreed to help me in getting the permission to open the club in the land attatched to reserved forest land. When I reached at the club through the backside entry, only for the employees and our special guests mostly celebrities and blacklisted people.

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

”Let go to a club or bar, I want to get drunk. Natasha stared at her.”Are you sure,you know you are not tolerant of alcohol.” “I want to get drunk Nate,take me out.”Selene shouted. Natasha raised her hand up.”Fine, Let me change so we can go.” **** WIZZ CLUB It was already past eight when Natasha and Selene came to the club. The club was located at the 4th estate. Selene was putting on a mini gown that hugged her body bringing out her shape. The gown was exposing her cleavage as she sat close to Natasha.

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—