The Camel Club Novels & Stories

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

The journey back to their apartment took less than 20 minutes, but when they pulled up, the girls got out of the car and went inside. "Why are we here again?" Camilla complained while stretching. "Because it's a good place to have fun," replied her friend, who was blonde, wearing black jeans and a blue tank top. "It's called Vodka Club." "Sounds good, I guess," Camilla agrees. "But I never drink alcohol. And I'm afraid of getting drunk if I'm honest." "Come on, Camilla. Try it just once. For the sake of the past," Celine pleaded.

"It's a bit far, so you can sleep on the way. I'll wake you up when we get there." Still buzzing from everything she said the night before, I hadn't gotten much sleep. So, I took her advice and dozed off for what felt like a good while. When she finally woke me, I blinked groggily and glanced out the window, only to realize we were in the middle of nowhere—a remote, isolated place. "We're here! The founder of the cycling club rented this whole mountainside. It's pretty far out, but the perk is we've got the place to ourselves. No one to interrupt us, no rules to follow," Lisa said, her excitement evident as she patted me on the shoulder.

Seducing the Alpha Azalea~ The Velvet Eclipse Club was buried deep in the mountain side, a den of red lights, heavy bass, and crazy wolves who came here to hunt or be hunted. I stepped inside feeling like both prey and predator, my heart racing faster, but I held still.

With high roofs and dull floors, the magnificence of the spot was threatening. In the background, ladies' chuckling could be heard from the private rooms. Not at all like the other normal clubs, this spot guaranteed unadulterated animalistic delight. For this reason Kail visited this place some of the time when he felt disappointed. Kail addressed the entertainer who was exceptionally eager to see him. "You are so great at honeyed words, Madam." "Just for our VIPs, haha." Lady Camila winked at him and offered him her hand. Kail kissed the rear of it and inquired, "How's business?"

Marcy: And we're not so much into finding other naked people, we just abhor being clothed. Me: You mentioned landed clubs? What's that? Harold: Land? Property? Real-estate? Marcy: It's a club with property. Usually have a pool, hot-tub, a clubhouse, barbecues, and events for crowds. You pay a membership, and most everybody is naked. It's like a private naturist resort. Harold: That's what I said, isn't it? Property?

Reece POV I arrived at the club in no time. It is a large grey building in the city, away from pack lands, that has a gothic look to it and also the best club around here. More than half the workers and people who came here were wolves, even the club. It was owned by a wolf, but the humans here didn't need to know that. I ambled graciously into the club, as the pugnant scent of alcohol mixed with cigarettes and the arousals of various wolves filled my nostrils, as I cringed, mentally reprimanding myself for being here and trying to recollect why exactly I was even here.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Dailey suggested we go to a club to gain more ways on how to seduce alphas— But deep down somewhere, I know this bastard wanted my possessive husband to get jealous of me entering a club without him. The more the thought intrigued me is how much it scares me to go behind Damiel to somewhere as vile as a club. Especially clubs where I have my own acquaintances from my past that my alpha would not want to hear about. We decided to go to the club together and not spend more than a few hours in it. After Mattfield picked us up from the campus, we tricked him into thinking Damiel gave permission to us leaving the house to stay out late. We told him to come pick us up at the Illusion World, the cl

The limo just pulled into the club. Caitlin: Good. “Hey, Caitlin,” Cameron said as he approached the sisters. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a blue and yellow slanted stripe tie. “The pesto green or the brie green or whatever is great, but are we going to eat an actual meal any time this century? I’m famished.” Everyone chuckled. “I just got a text from Cassandra. They’re pulling into the club now,” Caitlin said. “Good,” Cameron said with a nod.