The Mary Shelley Club の小説・ストーリー

She shrugged, not knowing what to say. Rosella chuckled at her innocent behaviour. Mary was the innocent angel of the group. She usually stayed away sinful things; like intercourse. "Well my sweet friend, you definitely are innocent as fuck." Selena smirked at her, shaking her head amusement. Mary shrugged them off once again and led them towards the club. The club was in the uptown of the city where only the richest resided and came. "So is this Jake's club?" Linda questioned, her curiosity getting the best out of her. "Nope, he just borrowed a small place in the club for his friends to party."

Eliana’s POV The Marlowe Club was one of those places whispered about at charity galas and family dinners but rarely described in detail. It wasn’t because the women who went didn’t want to talk. It was because the men who ran it made sure the details never left its black marble walls. It was high-gloss exclusivity, from the velvet-draped booths to the polished brass sconces casting warm shadows over tables filled with people who had more money than morals. Eliana always felt like a fraud walking through the door — but Katherine?

she shouted and let go of me, running fast toward my wardrobe. I laughed happily as I let her choose clothes for me and have her dragged me to the club. *** "This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club, completely taken aback at its massive party. It was a high-end clubhouse that was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gathered to unwind and have fun. The interior was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows offering a stunning city skyline view.

Sarah looked at the gold-embossed lettering on the red invitation and nodded slightly. She had been too depressed lately, falling into dark moods because of Zachary, Mia, and that childhood friend who suddenly appeared. Perhaps it was time for a change. "Let's bring Mia along," she said. Melvin nodded. "Alright." At the South Pavilion Club. Few people knew the club's name or location. Its mystique in East Coast was maintained by its extremely strict membership rules.

They shouted it at the top of their lungs, and laughed at their horrible voices. ********* Chloe drove them to The Echelon. The Echelon was an exclusive club that attracted rich elites. The kind of place where beautiful people came to show off their beauty. Where the wealthy came to drink their stress away. And where secrets were born and buried every night. It was a well known club in town. Charlotte and her friends do come to the Echelon, but not so regularly. When they stepped out of the car, the night air hit her skin. Cool, sweet, refreshing.

I’m beginning to wonder if she’s being deliberately vague or if she just keeps forgetting that I’m still the new girl in town. Shay laughs lightly and tucks her fuchsia-streaked hair behind her ear. “So this club is astrology themed, right?” she asks rhetorically, gesturing to the Club Zodiac sign. “There’s a special party here the night before the full moon every month, with guest DJs, cage dancers, shot girls, the whole nine. It makes sense in context of the astrology theme, but it’s really for us.” She winks, leaning in and dropping her voice low. “As you can see, though, a bunch of humans turn up too, so don’t go howling to the moon or anything.” I roll my eyes, giggling as I glance towa

I was sooo going to kill Maddison Hawthorn for this. ”Come on,” she grabbed my hand, pulling me into the calmer hallway that housed mostly club classes, where club members met and hung at. “I can’t wait to be able to capture up close pictures of the hockey gods playing, this is like a dream come true!” She giggled as she pulled me through the doors that had stamps of their club names, the electronic club, the game club, the elite club… I sneered at that one, more like the Mackenzie and her mindless chicken headed followers who thought they were better than everyone else.

In any case, since Zayn had already asked the question, she could only reply, “The Medusa Dames is a club established two centuries ago, and it’s considered one of the top clubs in the world.” She paused for a moment before she reluctantly blurted out the question, “Sergeant Larson, have you really not heard of our club before? The Medusa Dames can’t compare to the big four clubs, we’re not too shabby.” Having to say such a thing, Cyrene felt rather dejected. Of the various clubs, the Medusa Dames were quite famous. Still, Zayn had genuinely never heard of them before, so she believed that her fellow members would be pissed off if they were to hear about this.

"Are you sure everything is okay Vanessa, you can call the wedding off if it's overwhelming for you" Mary was kind and she was sincere. She was the kind of person that would kill for the people closest to her even when she was mad at them or she did something wrong to them. I wanted nothing to happen to her and I hated when she was worried so I gave her the biggest smile I could muster and tug on my shirt. I was ready. I knew she wasn't convinced but she agreed to link her hands with me so we could go in. The club was a safety hazard for me. It was dark and loud and more than half of the people there were clearly past the threshold of casual drinking.

Rae reminded me gently and I knew she spoke the truth. Whatever it took…I would do it. *** The club was loud and filled with obnoxious people, sweaty bodies grinding against one another as the leering faces of countless men who were here for only one thing picked their victims out from the crowd of women, all desperate for one thing. As Ryan dragged me through the crowd by the hand, keeping me at arms length, but close enough to him that I wasn't harassed, I was afforded a closer look at the many faces of the shifters gathered here and I soon realized that this wasn't just an exclusive club, there were wolves from just about every pack here…even ones that were fierce rivals under normal circ