The Club A Novels & Stories

I caught fragments of whispered discussions about territory disputes and threats from rival clubs. "What's church?" I asked Betty when she came to grab more glasses. "Club meeting. They call it church because it's sacred time where business gets discussed and decisions get made. Only patched members are allowed inside but we have to stay until it's done in case they need anything." "How long does it usually last?" "Depends on what they're dealing with. Sometimes an hour, sometimes all night." She lowered her voice. "Just stay out of the way and keep quiet. These meetings can get heated and you don't want to be noticed when tempers are running high."

They headed to the club, Lucy shrugged off what Clara said. It wasn't so important. The drive was about twenty minutes before Clara pulled over in front of a building. It looked abandoned on the outside which made Lucy doubt if it was really a club. They got out of the car and headed to the entrance. “I have been to hundreds of clubs in my life and I know what a club looks like. Are you sure this is one?” Lucy asked and Clara chuckled. “Just watch.” She replied. They got to the entrance and met two huge men, Clara pulled out a card and handed it to them.

She leaned forward, staring at the entrance as if trying to make sense of it. I grinned, my eyes meeting hers. “I do now. Do you like it?” She raised an eyebrow. “You? Own a club? I never would’ve guessed. You don’t seem the type.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m full of surprises.” Her eyes shifted to the front of the building again, and I could see her trying to make sense of it. I wasn’t exactly known for public indulgences, but the club was an escape—a private space for the ones who understood the rules of the game. It wasn’t flashy or ostentatious, but it was mine. And for tonight, I was going to show Mona that side of me.

I asked confused. "Yes, but this isn't just any club" he said smirking. I raised an eyebrow at him, asking him to elaborate, but instead, he opened the door to the building. My eye's went wide as I looked around. It was a Backlight Club. There were people all around dresses up in clothing that would glow, or had paint on them, and even the drinks in their hands were glowing as well. Ty put his hand on my back and started directing me more towards the back of the place, where we stopped at the bar and ordered some colorful drinks.

he tried to assure me, knowing Keenan there is no way he would take me back, he lets me have my way most time but when he is keen on doing something, he usually goes the extra mile to get it done and mostly it is usually on the extreme side of things, like taking me to a social gathering which will evidently be the death of me. As we got down from the car after an hour's drive to the outskirts of town to Club beach. It is called club beach because at night the place is transformed into a club and in the morning it is just your regular beach. So teens that go there normally stay till night to party too. There were already so many kids there, I recognize some from my school and that was when

They must have noticed, because none of them had done so since, and I thanked them. The day before, Prince Archie had come back to see me, apologizing for forgetting to tell me about the Academy's clubs. In all, the Academy had ten clubs, all of which were founded and run by alumni: sports, literature, philosophy, art, world culture, fashion, politics, chess, tutoring, and the Student Council. However, Archie warned me that because of my tryout period, I could not join. As for the other clubs, they were open to everyone, but I had to remember to tell the club president that I was on a trial period at the Academy. I told him that I would think about it and that I would come and see him to tel

But once she is up and moving, she is like a tornado, no stopping her. “Ok daddy.” She says, rubbing her eyes as she sits up in her little princess bed. The club has helped massively with getting the house ready for us. Everything in here, all the furniture and homey touches I paid for, and the club helped assemble them. I’m still getting used to being back in club life. The club is like a pack, a family. We all help each other and, just like any family, they argue and fight, but it’s soon forgotten about.

“Aimee is here. She’s in the club.” What?

"And when we are at the club, you are wearing only that. On the cross. For everyone in the room to see." His pupils blow wide. "Kir." "Yes." "I love you." "I am aware." The club is in a side street off the rue de Grenelle, in a building that pretends to be a private literary society. There’s a brass plaque by the door with a name in French that I do not bother translating. We’re buzzed in by a man in an immaculate black suit who listens to my verification phrase, ticks a tablet, takes our coats, and gestures us down a short corridor.

He skimmed through more than fifty club names and finally found the club he was looking for. The Archives. Art faintly remembered that Will briefly told him about this club. It was a club dedicated to all kinds of vampire studies and research. He thought that since its name included the word archives, then it must contain many things about vampires like history and the current vampire society. He rode a school bus to go to the club room. It was only a few minutes' ride and he hopped off the bus to face an old building made of concrete. There was a signboard of its club name by the entrance with a gothic font.