The 5am Club Novels & Stories

Deep down, he knew she wasn't like every other girl in the club but she was who he wanted and if going back to the club meant he would get a chance to see the face of the woman that had implanted herself into his head, that was exactly what he was going to do. The drive to the club was quiet without Drake but Michael knew it was best he didn't include his friend in his mission, if anyone would call it that. Drake was a very nice person but there were things he just couldn't understand and Michael wasn't even sure he understood what he was doing either. All he was sure of was that he needed to see Amber again and that was what he was going to do. The crowd erupted into cheerful screams as the

“Sonnet Turner, how dare you come to the hospital?! You caused us so much trouble previously. How dare you come here?!” Mason shouted through gritted teeth after seeing her. At the same time, he closed the door to his office. Sonnet glanced at him coldly and said, “I came here just to ask you a question. What’s the name of the club that we went to five years ago?” “Haven’t I told you? The club is called Lux Club.” “I looked it up. The room was under repair due to a water leakage back then. Nobody used the room at all!”

"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."

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> The Obsidian Club occupied the top three floors of an unmarked building in Manhattan's Financial District. No signs. No advertising. Membership cost $50,000 annually and required three referrals from existing members. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> It was the most exclusive sex club in New York City. Possibly in the country. And Maya worked there three nights a week. Not as a bartender. Not as a hostess. As one of the "angels"....the club's term for the women who serviced members anonymously through gloryholes, private rooms, and live exhibitions.

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

Kamille’s POV I got to the club at a little over 8:00 pm. Darkness had covered the surroundings save for the dim lights coming from the club. I walked briskly into the club. I scanned the crowd till my eyes landed on Amanda with Belle sitted to her right. I approached the bar where they were seated. “Hello Ladies.” I greeted them, catching their attention. They both stiffened, hearing my voice. They both turned slowly till they faced me.

I voiced out with wide eyes. "So?" Keith said dryly. "We work in an expensive corporation, duh." What's gotten into him today? I shook my head and we took off in our own cars because no one was ready to leave their vehicles in the garage and come again later to get it back. It would be too much hassle while coming to work on Monday. However, I had also strictly suggested that if we got way too drunk then we would to take a cab. Driving for about twenty minutes, I finally made it on Fifth Avenue where the club was located. It's the type of club where usually the upstate New Yorkers come to. It's like a jewel and a huge dream for many. According to me, quite posh as well.

The Stepford Wives club ditched me the minute we left the packhouse again. Joan: Bitches be bitches. Emily: Yeah…don’t worry Celeste! They'll be big, fat, and pregnant soon enough while you are partying it up with us at college! LoL! I outwardly laugh at Emi’s comment and get a glare from the guys. “So…where is this club, Celeste?” Alpha Callen asks. “Oh! Sorry! It’s just in town. It’s called ‘The Howlers Hub’.” “That sounds more like a bar than a club,” Alpha Callen says, sounding skeptical but typing it into his G****e Maps app.

Tuesday, the 10th of May. 06:21 am The club was void of people as it usually was by this time of the day, well maybe except for those who had partied a little bit too hard and had ended up being too drunk to go home, probably forgotten by their friends and company and left in here to sleep off the drunk feeling and wake up the next day. It was standard for Skyline clubs to allow that and also to provide the customers with a drink to help with the hang over whenever they would eventually wake up, it was such care that built trust for Skyline in the customer and it was one of the simple things that kept them coming back here every night.

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.