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“The fewer people who know the better, however, if the Princess does disclose it to them, Mathias will come and ask me. When that time comes, I will not lie to him. Much has happened in the past year, with the attacks on the Clan Mansion, I fear something else maybe be coming our way. History has a bad habit of repeating itself and if any of these gateways were to be opened I would want Mathias on my side.” With those last words, Abner excuses himself, bidding me good night. No sooner does he leave me sitting in his study than the old man appears again. I thought I had seen the last of him when Abner dismissed him before. Apparently not, as the old man leads me up the stairs and shows me to

“Alright. I need a break anyway.” “I knew you’d say yes.” Val grabbed her bag cheerfully. Amelia started closing down the studio, turning off lights and packing up gently. ----- Club House 50 The lights at Club House 50 cast a soft glow over the velvet walls and polished black floors. The music played low-tempo house, its seductive bass rolling through the air like a slow heartbeat. The scent of spiced whiskey, designer perfume, and secrets lingered thick around the room.

I'll be at my desk, she said, and made her way to leave, but Lena stopped her. Why don't we go out for a drink after our shift? There's this new club in town. It's a BDSM club. I went last weekend, and it was a blast. It might be exactly what you need to lift your spirits. Lena offered with a mischievous smile. Amara sighed and nodded. She needed a distraction, and Lena's suggestion seemed like the best option. Great, I promise you'll love it. Lena assured her with a comforting smile, and Amara managed a nod before walking out of the restroom. After her shift, Amara met Lena in the parking lot.

Then, suddenly, an idea sparked—hire a private investigator. I grabbed my phone in haste, searching for contacts, but by accident opened the Notes app instead. What I saw there made my blood run cold. Pages and pages, crammed with entries. I had always kept notes before, recording Alicia's preferences and our anniversaries. But now—now every entry belonged to the twenty-eight-year-old me. Each line bled with helplessness and despair. I scrolled through them all, reading every word. And at last… the truth of what happened that year revealed itself.

When Amber heard that she got to her feet as she picked up her small purse that had just her phone and credit card in it,she had on a blue free summer dress that was light as a feather and felt incredible soft on her skin,it was sleeved and had a little turtle neck going on as she tried to cover up her fading hickeys, Amber was lucky the sun had gone in since it was almost evening and there was enough breeze to not make her feel uncomfortable. "I know I said we were going to hang out,like go to a club or something but then I remembered that my favorite club is owned by my ex and I don't want to come across him" Taylor said as they left the cafe shop and stood outside. "I'm the last person to

“Does this girl own anything besides ugly cardigans and musty paperbacks?” The girl in question being me but my sweaters are not ugly, they are expressions of art and my classic novel collections are not musty. “I don’t like clubs” I muttered, flipping a page in the novel on my lap. “Too loud.” “You’ve never been to one!” Lena snapped, tossing a pair of distressed jeans over her shoulder. “All you do is read about morally grey men choking and bending women over the tables and then act shocked when we ask you to touch grass”

"Let's just get ready for the club. We need to have some fun and forget about this mess." _________________ "Emily, is my makeup okay? Not too much, right?" Amelia asked as they stepped out of the car, heading toward the red-light district club, nestled within the city. "If you keep obsessing over how you look, you might as well marry the first guy you hook up with tonight," Emily teased, her tone playful as they made their way down the street. "Harsh. I'm not about to marry some stalker or rapist as the father of my child," Amelia shot back, laughing as they reached the club's entrance.

The only limits in this whole club was the ones of your own imagination. But right now Amber had five hours until her shift, she was fucking drunk, celebrating her fifth year as a Goddess, and horny as hell. She clinked the shot glass back down against the golden bar and stalked towards Tio. Tio stood in the corner, eyes alert watching the crowd of riffraff in The Rainbow Room, as the VIPs were up partying on the level beneath the penthouses.

“Come with me to a club tonight.” On the other end, Jenny went quiet for a few seconds. “Emma? Are you serious? You didn’t take the wrong medicine, did you?” “I’m serious,” Emma continued softly. “My treat.” The tone of Emma’s voice made Jenny stop joking. She knew her best friend as a good girl. If Emma was asking to go to a club, something was seriously wrong. “Okay,” Jenny finally said. “I’ll pick you up.” *** At ten p.m., neon lights glowed brightly in front of the club. The DJ’s booming music shook the floor the moment Emma and Jenny stepped inside. Jenny glanced at Emma several times, still unable to believe it.