The Camel Club Novels & Stories

And Fantasy was His masterpiece. Invitation-only and wrapped in secrecy, the club existed beneath layers of silence and reputation. No websites advertised it openly. No public guest lists existed. Access came only through whispered recommendations, careful vetting, and the rare blessing of an invitation personally approved by The Master Himself. Inside, however, Fantasy became something entirely different from its modest exterior. It breathed.

“Okay, that was fun, wasn’t it? Let’s go find your mom, Geoff.” Heath said as the camel zookeepers assisted them off the camel. “Yeah, it was fun. Too bad it wasn’t longer. Can we have a camel?” “Now, where would we put it? What would it eat? I think it’s better if they stay here. We can visit again another day.” That’s when Heath heard the distinctive rapid-fire shutter sound of a professional camera.

The camel's lips stuck out, making him look like he was doing a giant, exaggerated puppy dog face. On the back of the camel was a wooden platform. It was held up by the two giant bumps in his back. On the platform was padded seating. Lily crawled onto the camel's back and situated herself in the rear seat. She helped Maggie get in the middle and then watched Wyatt make his way into the front one. “Don't spit at me,” Wyatt said, to the camel. “And please don't buck me off or anything.” “I don't think camels buck,” Lily said, laughing.

"I think I need to not think about this." "Of course," he said immediately, with the kind of easy agreement that made everything worse. "If that's what you want, we'll go." --- The club was in the basement of a building in town, dark and pulsing and exactly what I needed to disappear into. Callum introduced me to his friends—a group of local men and their girlfriends, all of them warm and welcoming in the way small communities were, the kind of people who invited strangers into their circle without suspicion. The music was loud. The lights were strobing. The bodies were close.

Cassandra suddenly sympathized with Alex. Madame Claire was such a money-minded fool. A mother who was willing to sell her daughter. But the funny part was, she too made fun of Alex. Madame Claire was a case of greed gone too far. She was beyond saving. ... Hell’s Angels. Located on the most valuable land in the central city of California, it occupied an area of one hectare. It was the legendary largest and top-notch clubhouse in California. Normally, it was only open to the executives of Thousand Miles Conglomerate.

With a final wave, Camden bid the Luna farewell and made her way back to the pack house. Anticipation surged within Camden as she climbed the stairs to their room, eager to share the details of her day with Clayton. However, to her surprise, he wasn't there. Confusion knit her brows together as she descended the stairs, wondering if she hadn't maybe missed him in the living room or having a snack in the kitchen. When she got downstairs, she checked the living room, to no avail, then glanced over at the kitchen, not seeing him there either. She looked around, puzzled. Unsure where he could be. She pulled out her phone to call him when a familiar and distinctive laugh caught her attention. It

Any belief left inside of Camille that nothing terrible had happened was snuffed out and she felt herself crumbling under the weight of her dread. What had she done to get herself into this situation? “Alright.” Jag finally agreed but it gave Camille little relief. The tension within the room was almost suffocating as all four of them were silent. As agreed, Jag removed the cuffs from Camille’s wrists but not the bed, it was a reminder that while her hands were now free. Camille was still very much trapped. “Have you ever heard of an organisation called the Earth For Humans Alliance or EFHA?” Sid spoke up first, arms crossed over his chest while yellow eyes watched her like a hawk.

Ava said with a smile. Ezekiel was able to talk Cameron into leaving the mansion for a few hours. He had said walking around on the grounds didn’t count. So, Cameron picked Max’s. It’s a low-key club he had been to several times in the past. The people are usually friendly, and the service was good. And most importantly, regular people hung out there. No socialites. No businessmen. Just regular people who wanted to eat, drink, and have a good time. “Cameron!”

I purred the engine again and it went faster, I nearly collided with an upcoming car but I skillfully averted it as I drove faster. I soon came to a stop in front of a Club. ‘CLUB FELISIDA’ It was the most popular and the most expensive club, making it less frequented by people. I drove into their lot and parked the bike at an exclusive side. I wasn't the clubbing type, I'd rather drink and get laid at the base but the urge today was just too much. Plus, I was meeting someone. I walked in and the guy by the door let me in immediately without a pass.

“Alright, listen. I’ll stay outside and run surveillance. Cameras, comms, the works. If anything goes wrong, I’ll tell you—” Miguel cut him off. “Nothing goes wrong.” Leo muttered under his breath. “You keep saying that like it makes it true.” Miguel looked at Camila. “You ever killed someone in a place like this?” Camila smirked. “Once. But that place was easier. This one? Might be fun.” Miguel almost smiled. Almost. They reached the Club, the building looked like a normal club from the outside—neon lights, music, people laughing. But Miguel saw through it. Two men stood at the door, big and armed. Their eyes scanned everyone like machines.