The 5am Club Novel Free นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He thought she was a joke. Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, grateful for the distraction. A notification blinked across the screen. Club Eden. My thumb swiped before I even realised what I was doing. Dear Esteemed Customer, We’re excited to announce that the club will officially open in just 6 days! Join us for the grand opening and an unforgettable night of entertainment. Click the link below to reserve your VIP session with your favourite stripper, Spicy. I stared at the words, my chest tightening with something dangerous. Relief. Excitement. Desire. Favourite distraction was back. And with her, the only thing that made the noise in my head go quiet.

Amelia got what she meant too, with a half-smile at the corner of her mouth: "I checked out your I*******m, it was pretty cool." "Especially the promo copy you wrote for the bar, like 'Want to experience the life of a rich kid? Then you definitely had to come check out this bar.'" "Not bad." Every time Amelia said a word, Eleanor's face got a bit paler. Amelia raised an eyebrow: "Nightfall Club paid you quite a bit, huh." "I don't know what you're talking about, I just liked recommending good shops online," Eleanor explained. "It's not like I only recommended their place, I also recommended some cafes in Chicago to everyone."

“No. No, I don’t have any outfit. But that depends on what type of club we are going to.” Amy laughed. “The club we are going to isn’t like some run down place, chica.” She rushed over to my bed and sat beside me. I could see excitement written on her face. I knew she was about to give me juicy details of the place from the look on her face. “The club is a den for meeting the type of men who can bring heaven to you. There’s the bad boys, the rich dudes, the sinfully good looking men. God, there is so much to choose from if these men are put in a pool to choose from.”

she said, entering back into Eli's room and shutting the door behind her. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My watch beeps aloud. I was already running late to work, so I dashed out of the hospital and took a cab. ******* I worked at Club Kill, a strip club in the city. Only the most powerful Alphas and Mafia bosses come here. My head spun from the noise, my heels clicking as I pushed through the side entrance. “Lucy!” Kent, the club owner, called from behind the bar. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he smelled like old cigars. “Tonight’s not packed, Lucy. If you want to get paid, you must take personal orders.”

Nothing could get the image of Camila away from my head. Heck, I didn't even want her image to leave. I missed her badly. My phone's screen lit up on the edge of the pool. I pulled myself out and grabbed it, water dripping onto the tiles. Text from one of my men: "Subject at nightclub in lower Manhattan. Harper & 5th." I stared at the screen, reading it twice to make sure I understood correctly. "The fuck is she doing at a club by 11 PM?!"

In a club with dimmed blue lights and loud music playing, people could be seen dancing, drinking and chatting, they were even strippers. "Amica, I already told you that I don't want to be here!" Sage glared at Amica as she pushed her in. "Come on baby girl you look good, if you spend some time here, you'd actually forget Haunter for once" Amica replied and dragged her deeper to the club.

*Chapter 5: Hot Man in a White Armani Suit* Sunshine POV I came to the club to forget my boyfriend's infidelity—to lose myself in the music and forget the pain. But no matter how hard I try to lose myself in the music, the memory of his betrayal only grows more intense until it feels like it is crushing me.

And coming of age at exactly the wrong time. There was that awful public high school, there was Jonah, the first boy I really had a crush on. There was our first date, my first feeding. I’d been so embarrassed to run out on that date, and even more embarrassed to find myself waking up the next day in a place I didn’t know. And having fed on I didn’t know what.

He asked though still attempting to stop chuckling “See you in the Lustystrip Club and don't come asking questions about the date, we’re going to have fun,” I said more like I was cautioning him. “Okay!! Fine, see you in a jiffy man, and he ended the call. Plunging the phone into my cubby hole I drove off to the Lustystrip club. Getting to the club and still no sign of Frank’s car I decided to stay in the car and wait for him to arrive so we could enter the club together. Looking around the club I caught a glimpse of a Mercedes AMG CLS 53 with Graham boldly written on the license plate. Still contemplating what Damian, a married man, will be doing in the club by this time of the night.

As predicted, she was eager to discover what club was so exclusive we needed Aidan to take us as members. I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t worried Hana wouldn’t come or that she’d only come down to slap Aidan and go inside. Thankfully, neither of those things happened. Yet. The night was young, and we were going to a sex club. While I can see it being Pam’s scene, I had difficulty picturing Hana enjoying this place. I tried not to laugh at Pam’s initial disappointment and Hana’s surprise that the upstairs of Well Thumbed was an ordinary bookstore.