Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

“I want to know what that bloodsucker has been doing for the last 24 hours. If he has withdrawn money somewhere or called someone other than Soleil's phone, find out. We can not risk that he has a new card up his sleeve” "I can not, bro. I do not have that kind of muscle in my mobile, sorry”. "Maybe I can help there". Gudrun interjects. "Let me call around a bit and see what I can find out". I hand the phone back to Gudrun and join Belinda. “There is only one club that has opened recently. StarJammer. It looks excessively bold. It's like space-themed or something. It opened yesterday”. She looks up at me. "It is located on the main street, so it is easy to find”.

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.

I ask. “Nothing much on this side for real, you know how the club can be but the big bucks have been coming in lately and I’m fine with that.” “Do you know what’s coming up soon?” Shayna says getting up and dropping her glass on the table to do a mini dance and I roll my eyes already knowing what she was going to say next. “My birthday bitches.” She says excitedly. “Where are we pulling up?” May asks. “To the club, there’s a club that recently opened near Lombard and we are definitely pulling up.” She exclaims.

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.

Whatever Elliot didn't know, he chose not to know. "Tanner Company brought this very same idea to Montmorency Inc. a few weeks ago for the construction of a six floor mall on the same real estate. Montmorency Inc. rejected them because their numbers were falsified and their research on the land was inadequate." Elliot pointed with a hint of laziness and mockery in his voice. "My guess is that you brought the draft from them and simply changed their idea into a country resort." "But the idea for the country club is perfect—"

“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.