The 5am Club Novels & Stories

I ordered a burger with an iced Americano, picking a nice table by the window. Nothing beats a nice view as you eat your stress away. "Why didn't I see anything about the club on the portal, or is there something you aren't telling me?" She takes a sip of her orange juice, giving me a look. "I knew you were going to ask. That's why I kept it a secret from you. There is this group—actually, it's not on the portal. This club is secret. Not everyone knows about it. Just the higher-ups who go there to satisfy their dark cravings.

"That's if you're willing to check it out" I furrowed my brows, crossing my arms. “Really? And where is this mysterious place you’re talking about?” “A club,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s one of the famous ones here....and since tonight’s Friday… the energy is going to be insane....trust me, there'll be live music, dancing, wild games. You can just think of it as a night of fun...no thoughts, just fun...It’s an experience you'd really love”

The ride blurred into a haze of teasing touches, his thumb circling her clit until she came again, soaking the leather seat. But he did not mind at all. She anticipated where he was taken her and who he was chatting with on his phone. They arrived at an upscale club tucked away in the city's elite district, the kind of place where deals were sealed over whiskey and hushed whispers. Valet took the keys without a word, and Joash pulled Amelia through the velvet-roped entrance. The crowd inside was thicker, a gathering of suited tycoons and glamorous hangers-on, music pulsing low and sultry.

Scar The Oak Club is the most exclusive invitation-only club on the planet. More exclusive than Bohemian Grove. More exclusive than the nuclear bunkers under the White House. It sits at the end of a long, private driveway, hidden behind high concrete walls lined with crushed glass and dotted by security cameras. Men in dark suits wander the scrubby grounds between the public world and the private oasis beyond. The scrubland gives way to a gorgeous ocean of green grass, shrubs, flowers, and trees, with the club itself in the center of all that gorgeously manicured plant life.

He said and crossed his arms on his chest. Amara’s cheeks burned a bright pink from the embarrassment. “Uhm, sir, she will change. We had to rush before the tables got full.” “Got full? It’s 11 am!” Amara whispered in disbelief, “People drink that early or was this club so famous?” “You’ll be shocked at what people do at 8 am. Now move, you’re blocking the way. Change or go to a library or something.” The man said dismissively. “But-”

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.

When everyone finally left, I forced myself upright and limped back to the reeking stable that had been my “room” for five years. It was a filthy room where I had spent five long years sleeping beside horse manure. I was still dizzy when footsteps approached. It was Melissa. She appeared in the doorway with a food box in her hand, then she set it down as if nothing had happened. “Here, leftovers from tonight’s banquet, eat it while it’s still warm.”

When we reached there, I saw the club sign glowing with the right light “ ETERNITY’. Nice name for a club. I pondered in my heart. As we entered the club, we were hit with the smell of drinks and sweat. The club was packed although it is 7 only. We went further towards private rooms. Finally, we soon before room 005. My heart was beating wildly in my ribcage. I didn’t know what I was going to see beyond this door. As I was about to knock on the door, Purvi stopped me. I looked at her confused. “Amayra, are you sure you want to do this? what if that text is just a prank?”

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]