The Club Novels & Stories

“He knows it’s at the club. Eli and I are going to meet you there right now. You can either unlock the front door for us, or we pull the frame off the hinges ourselves.” Silence stretches for three agonizing seconds before Selene lets out a long, defeated sigh. “Give me twenty minutes.” The club sits inside an old industrial building on the edge of the city, unmarked from the street, the kind of place that’s clearly existed for decades without ever needing a sign to announce itself. Selene lets us in through a side entrance, and the space beyond it feels immediately different from anything I expected, old in a way that carries g

Even if she doesn't listen now, I had all day. We arrived at our destination quickly. “Wow,” I muttered under my breath, taking in the large rise building. The St. Belmont’s County Club was on the beach, a club founded for rich people to mingle and interact with themselves over their love for horses and daiquiris. “Alright, everyone nice and fast, we're already late.”

“Darn it! Am I seeing this wrongly? Aren’t they the members of Supreme Club's second team? Why are they in Climbers?” “Wow, they want to kick their rival out at the qualifiers." “The new club has just been established. This is their first time participating in the qualifiers, and they're encountering such monsters. They're about to be taught a lesson.”

“Starting from number five, we have the Book Club. This is perfect for anyone who loves reading or feels too shy to dive into more social activities. “At number four is the Jet Club—science and tech enthusiasts, this one’s for you. “Now for the big three. These are the clubs that represent us in the annual interschool competitions. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s a social event where top schools in the state compete for the number one spot in each category. “At number three is the Fashion Club. Think fashion gossip, runway events, and creativity. If you’re into style, that’s your place. “Coming in at number two is the Boxing Club.” A murmur spread through the crowd

I interrupted. He looked at me and didn't say anything. Then I said to Gregory, “By Clifford road, there's a Chinese restaurant.” “You know your way around here. Have you been to the club before?” Nikolai asked and I pursed my lips. “It's a club.” “It's not just a club.” He muttered. Of course, it was a gay club but there were ladies in the club as well, anyone who just enters into such a club would not immediately realize until later.

Declan brings up, "and has been somewhat bizarre from that point onward." I take the primary nibble of my homemade breakfast, delighting at the pleasantness I'm at last ready to enjoy. Regardless of how irritating Liam might be, I feel fortunate that things have turned out along these lines. "We should not discuss Oliver," Declan excuses after a long, off-kilter quietness, "educate her regarding the club, Sebastian." "Better believe it," I concur, "what club?" "We own a dance club in the city called Twilight. It is quite possibly of the best club you will track down anyplace in the state," Sebastian says, "and it is additionally the way that we bring in our ca

I listened with half an ear to the men as they talked about their new 'squad' at least that's what Lyon had decided to call it since as he says organization sounds too much like law enforcement and he hates any f*ck that has to do with that f*ckery. His vocabulary is even more colorful than Gideon's, and my brother has got a fine grasp on gutter speak.

"That's if you're willing to check it out" I furrowed my brows, crossing my arms. “Really? And where is this mysterious place you’re talking about?” “A club,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s one of the famous ones here....and since tonight’s Friday… the energy is going to be insane....trust me, there'll be live music, dancing, wild games. You can just think of it as a night of fun...no thoughts, just fun...It’s an experience you'd really love”

I paused then added; "At eighteen." Mark gave me a dirty look. "It wasn't my fault I was just you know..." "Shy, I know all about it. Now go ahead and tell me the story." I smiled at him. "Tell it like you were telling one of your dirty stories for your little friends." Mark belonged to a "Club" as he called it where all the members' men and women alike were gorgeous, professional, well off, and sexually dominant. They met once a month, had dinner then sat around swapping dirty stories about their latest conquests. The club was secret and according to Mark had been around for generations.

“Golden Retriever energy.” “Hey, Logan,” Lee says, loudly now, “Does the club belong to all of you?” Logan slides open some giant steel and wood stable-type doors. An open-air level, with more exposed beams, strings of industrial bulbs, and a fire pit encircled by wine-red couches. I’m starting to realize that the color scheme subtly represents a vintage American flag. Patriotic. “Enrique and I started the club together,” he answers, “But everyone helps out … and now Jackson is constructing a fight club underneath.” He points to the left, where heaps of sand and building material clutter the area.