Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

It was a short drive to the club. Sky rolled down the window to feel the wind whip her hair around her face. Mila sang loudly to whatever was playing, completely off-key but full of energy. It is going to be a great night, Sky thought gleefully. By the time they pulled up to the club, the low thump of bass could already be felt through the car doors. A line of people waited outside. The building glowed with red neon, the letters spelling out The Den, half-flickering.

"Can she be somewhere obvious to you too, Fred?” Fred hadn't told me if he had told the family about the reasons for attending that club. The place was best known for an ordinary nightclub, but if someone investigated properly, they would know that it was also a BDSM club. After my rescue, the place had been closed for investigations, and would probably remain until the end of that case.

Why? Not really sure what to say. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the hall of wherever he had brought me, sucking in a sharp exhale as I did. His words wrapped around me as I walked, but I pushed them out of my mind as I tried to navigate my way out of the building he had brought me to. I realized with just a few things I saw that it was Midnight Club, a popular clubhouse that serves as a bar, hotel, and club all three in one, and it was mostly frequented by bikers, racers, and all sorts of hooligans.

OLIVIA In the middle of rubble, under a bridge that barely stood, with cracks in the foundation, dust rising around the entrance, which added to the ambiance, a few of my friends had founded a club. That might’ve been a stretch— it was a shack with boarded-up windows and a craggy speaker blasting sounds in the corner. But it was ours. Charity threw her hand up, a Woo rippling across the floor of the club when we pushed our way through the crowd of clinging bodies. If there was only one place for people to find escape, you bet everyone’s there all hours of the day.

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 Devon knew that is famous. It dished out music that drew the tourist who wanted to socialize, enjoy the upbeat sounds and dance the night away. Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Devon, who I guided into the gyrating crowd.

Ariana almost face palmed herself. She was still a bit skeptical about attending the birthday party for two reasons. One, DJ Flossie was a well known celebrity and without a doubt, several of the top socialites would be present at the club that night. The second reason had to do with the main reason she was attending the party in the first place. Elliot... She bit her lip as she stared at the ticket link.

“What club?” “There’s a club over on Chestnut. It's called Dark Seasons,” waving his hand as though he had to think about the name, he continued. “Or it’s something like that. I am sure you will find it. It opened up a few nights ago, you will find it down near the old Fowler Building, I think. You could go there and check it out. Or just have fun… It’s all up to you.” “Perhaps, I will go. What type of club is it?” She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night.

The bouncers on the door are as seedy as all hell. I blow out a calming breath and walk in through the dark wood double doors in the dimly lit foyer. The club is large and has circular tables scattered throughout. The music is loud and sounds like Cumbia style. The place is about half full. I can see through an archway leading into another room and there are pool tables with low hanging lights hanging over them. My eyes scan the room for her. Where is she? Where the hell is she?

I wanted to be gone forever. I drove until I hit the edge of town, where the neon signs flickered even in daylight. The club was a dive, tucked behind a gas station, the kind of place that didn’t check IDs if you flashed a smile. It was early, but the door guy waved me in, barely looking up from his phone. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and bass, the kind that thumped in your bones. Dark blue lights pulsed, washing everything in shadows, blurring faces into smudges. Perfect. No one could see me here. No one could know me.

“He knows it’s at the club. Eli and I are going to meet you there right now. You can either unlock the front door for us, or we pull the frame off the hinges ourselves.” Silence stretches for three agonizing seconds before Selene lets out a long, defeated sigh. “Give me twenty minutes.” The club sits inside an old industrial building on the edge of the city, unmarked from the street, the kind of place that’s clearly existed for decades without ever needing a sign to announce itself. Selene lets us in through a side entrance, and the space beyond it feels immediately different from anything I expected, old in a way that carries genuine history rather than simple age, dim lighting fixtures ori