The 5 Am Club Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

so I dropped the topic. In the early morning. Ring!! Ring!! " Baby, hang up the call," said Alex in his sleepy voice. I got up by rubbing my eyes. with blurry vision, I saw the caller. The caller was Clara. I attended the call. " Clara, why are you disturbing me in the early morning. " I asked while I glanced at the time. It was '3 am'. " see the news," said Clara. I yawned. " now? " " yes, Amanda is dead. " said

The steam rose gently, releasing a calming aroma of peppermint and chamomile. Today had been long. Full of meetings, patient consultations, and one online session with Rika to discuss the donors' responses after yesterday's presentation. Some were interested; others were still hesitant. But Rika’s enthusiasm, as always, reignited the small spark within me that had dimmed from exhaustion.

“Mabel, you didn’t.” Mabel lifted her glass. “I did.” Ava blinked once, twice, then took a slow sip of her drink. “Well, would you look at God testing my blood pressure this early in the weekend.” Natasha’s eyes swept the scene—rosé, laughter, aging beauty in motion—and landed on Ava. “You must be Ava St. James. The fifth chapter in Marcus’s ongoing anthology.” Delphine muttered, “And she must be the preface nobody read twice.”

Dayane arrived at 9 pm to pick me up, I even replied saying that we were only going to be there for a short time. "Don't worry, the club closes at five in the morning," he said matter-of-factly. 5 am? Is this time for a party to end? - What? No! I don't intend to stay there until late - I replied scared - I don't want to go past midnight. - Serious? Too bad, there are so many handsome men there - I smiled mischievously.

“Do what you need to do. You can't do anything here.” I still didn’t know what was going on. No one had told me shit. I was vice president and yet I was the last person to know anything, whether it was about this club or about my own wife. “Fine I’ll do it, whatever it is.” I side eyed The Judge. “But when I am back then me and you are going to be having a long hard talk.” “Do I even want to know what is going on between you two?” Shaking his head, Fang turned between us. “Between Pope being drunk at seven in the morning, the girls ditching us and now you two. I don't think I can take anymore.”

This night, the city of light was about to get a very special guest in their very special club. There was no guard to stop me from going out which was a first and my grin widened at the thought. For now I was not going to care wherever the hell my husband was. I just wanted to enjoy myself, drown away my reality in the throes of good music and alcohol. Stepping into Club 57 was like entering a whole new world. The place was decked out in shiny chrome and cool ice blue, with lights flickering to the thumping rhythm of the music blasting from the DJ's booth on the far left. The entire warehouse floor had been transformed into a massive dance floor, where people were moving and grooving to the

A frantic voice came through the line. “Miss De Luca, the boss is at the club, he’s had too much to drink. Can you come pick him up?” Before I could answer, they hung up. Picking up a drunk Orion had become my job over the past five years. If they were calling me, it meant he was drinking himself to death. I threw on some clothes and was at the underground club in twenty minutes. I reached the heavy oak door. It was cracked open just enough. A wave of unease washed over me. With a trembling hand, I pushed it open.

In the final second before everything went black, I made out the words. “Trisha, you really did steal it.” … I had no idea how long had passed before I woke up, freezing. The TV was still playing some loud holiday comedy skit, but the house was empty. I pushed myself up from the floor and touched the back of my head. The blood there had already dried and matted into my hair. I glanced at the time. It was past ten at night. Stumbling, I made my way out the door, planning to take a cab to the nearest hospital.

"Clean yourself up, you're coming with me." I caught the shirt against my chest and blinked at him, "coming with you where?" "The club." I froze with the shirt in my hands, "Your club?" His eyes lifted to mine, "yes." I climbed off the bed, my legs still weak as I pulled his shirt over my head. "Adam, it's five in the morning." "I know." "What happened?" He grabbed his watch from the dresser and fastened it around his wrist,"one of the girls shot a client."