Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

I have to clear my head till he text me, he surely would text me. I got out of the house and went into my car as I drove off to a club. Dammit. It's too early to come to a club, clubs are supposed to be nighties but not All Enjoyment Club; theirs is open both day and night and people stream it like their lives depended on it. The club was buzzing with people by the time I arrived. Jobless People. The light was reflecting different dim colours and it's hard to believe it's still afternoon with how dim the lights are. I walked toward my usual spot - the counter spot.

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.

“You do remember Jen and I are under twenty-one, right?” “Oh, that doesn’t matter. The owner of the club is a sanguidae, so the place mostly caters to supernaturals,” he says conspiratorially, “He’s pretty lax about the age thing unless you’re human. It’s a bit of a drive away, but it’s worth it.” “I don’t know,” I say unenthusiastically, “Jen and I just aren’t really club-going people.” “Aww, please? It’ll be fun!” He cheers, giving me a tap on the arm.

It was a club for the rich and Destiny has heard the owner is not in an American and neither does he reside in California. Just as Arabella had described to her, the club was exquisite and more. It was big enough to accommodate thousand people and no one would have to bump into each other. The colorful lights were one of a kind and the music came out good. Very good that Destiny began to nod without realizing it. Arabella pulled Destiny towards the bar for a shot. "Are you ready to get numb?" "Just two shots." Destiny raised two fingers in the air with a pout. "I need to flex my muscles first before I get them numb."

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!”

ASTRID just wanted to go home but she doesn’t want to lose face. When she got to the acoustic bar, Martha was already there. Lukas was also there, and Bullet and a beautiful young woman who seems really fond of Bullet. It’s her first time for a long time to visit such place since having Luna. It was one of the new clubs in the city which cater acoustic bands and promote fresh talents. The place is filled with smoke that’s artistically twirled, forming coils in the dimness.

“Where are we going?” Jace smiles like he’s a proud father. “There’s a club downtown. It’s a hidden gem.” **** There was something about the club that looked familiar. Maybe there was, or maybe there wasn’t. I’ve been to too many clubs and there’s a possibility that they’ve all started to look the same. Smoke filled rooms, bodies pressing against yours, the ringing in your ear from the loud music. The girl in front of me is either named Katie or Kassie, I forgot. She has honey brown hair and big doe eyes.

Of course, Liam would be there. Starsign Nightclub, also known as The Club, was Liam’s favourite place to frequent. It was a club owned by his childhood friend and my old college roommate, Sheryl Crow. At first, I had joined him and his friends, wanting to be the perfect girlfriend who never strayed from his side, but I soon realized the constant drinking and loud music were not my scene.

At first glance, the club looked ordinary. Music played. Lights flashed. People laughed, drank, and danced. It was the kind of place where strangers could blend in without questions. No one would suspect what lay beneath the surface. But deeper inside… past the restricted doors… past the guarded hallway that only a few were allowed to enter— There was a room. no one entered without permission. And inside that room sat Tavian Crowne. The music from the club above barely reached it, and when it did, it sounded distant… almost unreal.

I said, even as I reached for my jacket. “You always are,” he replied smoothly. “But this is important. The kind of important that keeps your territory quiet and your profits cleaner.” “An hour,” I said. “That’s all you get.” The club was hidden in plain sight, tucked between a high-end restaurant and an art gallery. No sign outside. Just a bouncer who didn’t ask questions once he recognized me. Inside, the air was thick with bass and smoke, red lights washing over bodies pressed together in calculated intimacy.