Stories Nightclub Novels & Stories

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Marcus’s grin was all teeth. “Boys’ night out?” “Boys’ night out.” They texted their wives—Denver’s wife replied with a string of laughing emojis. Marcus‘s wife just said, “Don’t do anything stupid.” The city looked different at night, neon slicing through the darkness, people spilling out of rideshares and crowding the sidewalks. Inside the nightclub, the air was thick with bass, perfume, and the electric hum of anticipation. Denver scanned the room, blinking against the strobe lights. “Good lord, it’s like stepping into a time machine. Or a music video.”

I asked in general, not caring who answered. “We will return home on Saturday.” “Really? What are you doing tomorrow?” Wheels turned in my head. Kieran shrugged. “Sightseeing. Probably some other boring shit.” “I’m dragging some friends out celebrating tonight if you are interested! Probably to a nightclub.” “We’re all underage. We can’t drink so what’s the point?” Kylie pouted. Her question incited the perfect opportunity for me to both giggle and inspire. “The nightclub is in the vampire district. Colorado is very progressive. There is no age restriction on drinking in the district."

“Okay.” Before Liam left the school campus, he was stopped by someone in the parking lot. “Let’s talk,” Nancy ordered, and walked ahead without waiting for his reply. Liam slammed the car door and followed her. --- The nightclub. At the rooftop of the world’s one of the highest super grand luxury five-star hotels, a group of youngsters sauntered in one after the other. This spectacular neon rooftop entertainment sensation sparkled as the hottest, trendiest, and most frequented nocturnal den in Kingstown.

00What made him even more annoyed was that he couldn't refute it. 00He held his forehead, feeling like if Charles continued speaking, he would die from anger. 00"Where are we going?" Charles asked. 00Shen Jianchuan didn't even raise his eyes and said faintly, "Midway Nightclub." 00"Haha, why are you going to break this place?" Charles laughed loudly. This nightclub could be said to be the most powerful existence in Bolenton City. It was hard to rely on its backers, and it was not an ordinary person who went inside to play. There were all kinds of services in it. It was said that the young ladies inside were the most special, which could make people sink overnight.

“Right under a nightclub.” Of course it was. “Damian’s using the place to scout new test subjects,” he added. “Drugs. Drinks. People disappear.” Ethan stepped in from the balcony, stretching. “What’s it called?” Lucas turned the tablet. The club’s logo glowed on the screen. **NOX.** Of course it was called something dramatic. Chloe finished her coffee and tossed the mug into the sink. “Let’s burn it down.” **Ethan’s POV**

I don’t even realize that I already care for Samantha, and I almost chuckle because it doesn’t bother me at all. We reach the VIP section, and the music is not too loud from the sound system, and I also like privacy. The strobe lights, the new theme, the smell of liquors and boozes, and the people dancing, drinking, and chatting give a perfect mood for a nightclub. Since most of the employees are aware of my arrival, a waiter approaches us almost immediately. “Wanna drink now, princess? Or should we call Amy and Garrett first? I think they’re here,” I ask.

He rubbed my arms as he might see the fear in my eyes, but I was not entirely convinced about going with the guys if it would not involve something dangerous and reckless. “We’re in a nightclub, Knight. Unless you’re preparing for a dance number, which I am sure you’re not, I know you’re planning on doing something reckless after what they did to the twins. Tell me, or I walk out.” Luka and Kaleb just stood there, hiding their smiles from their alpha. “Yes, this is a nightclub owned by the bikers, and it’s still closed, but there’s an underground fight club under it.” “A what?” I asked in shock and terror. And you’re going to fight?”

“One of our more legitimate, and by that, I mean, legal businesses. It mostly attracts a supernatural clientele of vampires who need sustenance, and those willing to give their blood. Humans find their way in as well. We make sure they leave without their memories, of course.” “So it’s a vampire nightclub and bar?” Xavier nodded, his chin brushing the side of my head. “It also has private rooms. We deal in both prostitution and gambling.” He clicked over to a couple of other tabs showing me more nightclubs owned by the syndicate. One even catered specifically to humans. “Club Essence,” I said, reading the name aloud. “Yes, a dance club for humans and supernaturals alike. Would you like to go

An hour later, Natasha found herself standing inside a nightclub in the heart of the city. She had heard of the place, but she had no idea it also had a little strip joint in the basement under the regular dance floor. She felt uncomfortable and excited at the same time to be there, as she stood alone beside the circular stage. About a hundred seats were arranged in the room, in concentric circles around the stage, and she realized that those seats would be filled with drunk and lusty men watching her dance and strip. A chill ran down her spine, even as a pleasant warmth tingled between her thighs at that thought.

The driver asked. "The Underground! Our friend Paulo is DJing tonight." Fi said. The Underground nightclub is literally underground and takes it's name seriously with an unmarked basement level entrance. Those who live for a see-and-be-seen atmosphere feel right at home here. Bottle service and celebrity sightings are common at the cavernous bomb shelter entryway where DJs spin until the sun comes up and candlelit ammunition crates serve as tables. Pearl thought it was pretty rad and was excited to be there.