The Camel Club Novels & Stories

It was an important port for international trade, geographically speaking. The advantage might have boosted Ol' Mare's economy throughout the years. Of course, it was inevitable that Ol' Mare would attract thugs from time to time, too. Clearing the hidden threat would be good for the economic growth of Ol' Mare. As the Lord of War of Wyverna, even if he had retired, he still had to help his country. This time, he would make waves in the quiet pond of Ol' Mare. … Eastman Club was located on the outskirts of Ol' Mare. This club was different from all the other common clubs in the city as it was housed in a historical building. One of the thugs bought the building and renovated it.

I'm done hiding… I'm fine waiting… I'm done being the fool who pined for someone who didn't want her… and I'm definitely done waiting on nonchalant boys. This is insane," I said. Insanely hot. I almost argued, but I zipped it. Fine," I said. "Let's go. The club was called L'Étoile. It was the kind of place that existed in a different universe from the beach house. It was dark, pulsing and full of bodies moving to music I couldn't hear over the beat of my own heart. Camille pulled me through the crowd, her hand wrapped around my wrist, her laugh bright and reckless. She was in her element, and I was trying not to drown.

Although they’re some of the most powerful men in their industries and in New York in general, they’re actually cool. I’ve been around pretentious men my entire life. Men who want to show off the number of zeroes in their bank account and talk about all the women they’re fucking behind their wife’s backs. Camden and Beck aren’t like that. There’s easy conversation with them. If we weren’t sitting in a private club that costs thousands each month to be a member and dressed in suits that custom fit our bodies, you’d never know how much any of us made. Except maybe their conversation back and forth about Camden looking to build a new house in Pippa’s hometown and all he wants to do with it.

I admitted before following her inside. The club was bigger than I thought it would be. Main floor with a stage, a pole in the center, tables scattered around, a bar along the back wall. Everything was red. It looked like the inside of something dark, dangerous. "Jo's in his office," Camilla said, grabbing my hand. "Come on." We walked through a hallway with doors on both sides. Some were open. I could see small rooms with couches, dim lighting. My stomach turned over.

We got ready and left to meet them. "What is this place, Mel?" I asked, looking at that huge, super fancy building. "Oh, my father is a partner at this club and included us in the membership when we moved here - I forgot to tell you. It's called the Social Club. It's like a giant vacation house with an amazing garden, free-roaming animals, restaurant, bar, meeting rooms, game room, golf course, children's area, that sort of thing. Basically, it's kind of a socializing spot where people come to have fun and chat."

“Kamari, are you aware that this is a semi sex club?” I shrugged, “Yes, so?” “So what the actual fuck are you doing in a sex club all alone?”

MacLop said, Mickel left his dad with annoyance, and he returned to his bedroom, A few hours later, he entered Into his car, and drives to the nearby shopping mall, and he bought some wears for Camilla, and he asked, "can you chill out with me?" Camilla didn't understand the slogan, and she said, "I don't understand" "Okay, let me come down to your level" Mickel said, "I want to take you out" he said,"can you go out with me?" he asked, Camilla Mendez nodded, and she said, "yeah" and she asked, "when?" "Tonight, I want take you to a night club" Mickel said, "do you care to vibes with me In the nightclub?" he asked,

"Goodnight." "Good night, Evelyn", he responds with a smile. **** ( Cassie's POV ) "How did you know Cameron is coming back to New York?" I ask Pamela when we enter the club. The place is crowded and this is the first time I am coming to this type of club. Anytime I go out with Pamela, she always brings me to clubs that I have never been to. The dance floor is also crowded. If not for my foul mood, I would have loved to take a little alcohol and dance like the rest of the people on the dance floor, dancing like they have no problems in the world.

Around a thousand people call Peach City home, and the area is sparse with a temperature about five degrees lower than Phoenix, which means it’s still damn hot. The dusty dirt road leading up to the club is shit on a Harley and makes cleaning the filters regularly a must. We thump along over the ruts until the twelve inch wood posts supporting an iron script sign with the club’s name comes into view. I stop and idle as the other four bikes pull up beside me. “Last chance to turn around,” I tell Skull, Johns, Coke, and Vampire. My supporters. The men who are as fed up as I am. Skull brushes his fingers over his bald head before revving his engine. “We’re with you, Dagger,” he says when the no

Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it. They organize rescue missions for women and children in sex trafficking and drugs. They have some government contracts and some from private citizens. They are also for private hire of lost and kidnapped women, children, and men. They own several local businesses also. Jarret the president of the club, was left his grandfather's farm of two hundred acres. The farm hadn't been a working farm in years. So, the guys tore down all the old buildings and built a large clubhouse. It has a large main room, game room, bar, exercise room, kitchen with dining room, and 20 bedrooms with bathrooms.