Time Catcher Romance Club Novels & Stories

[The separate pairs make their way through the beautiful landscape of this bustling city, Kimora occasionally dragging Dantzler into video game along the way and the scene ends roughly 3 hours later with Kimora and Dantzler standing in line for a club named "Black Water Inn" Dantzler: So let me get this straight, the reason you keep disappearing is because your definition is "Timed," meaning there's a set state before it turns off. Okay, that's REALLY hard to understand, but I'll get it eventually. So why don't I always remember you can do that? Kimora: Because unfortunately, I haven't fully mastered that part yet, but screw that noise! Let's go have fun!!! (As she is speaking a woman with l

Everyone in the class cheers as she bring out her invitation cards "It is called, meet me time!, it where you meet your crush" she said as she is sharing it Lucia I just do eager to collect the invitation cards She was so happy and can't wait till her turn and she drag someone's own out of her hand "give me that Benita!" She said "Hey give it back to me!" Benita replied with non joke "It is okay Dearie's!" Miss Honey said as she hand over another one to Benita "The club starts 5:00pm and ending in 7:00, just 2 hours so hoping to see you all, my special guests" Miss honey said with smiles

Da, have you ever truly loved someone? The women next to Han Da can't count, but the record time with him is probably less than three days. What's the point of crossing the street like that to be honest with people? - Honestly what. Just have fun, wouldn't it be better if you were bored to find another girl like that? - Fuck, you just meet someone who wants to be with you for a lifetime and you'll know. Mac Vu leaned back and stretched out on the folding chair, his hands propped up as pillows, his sad eyes looked up at the pitch-black sky, and occasionally sighed.

Yes I’m a lover girl at heart so it’s only right we blast a little bit of r&b. After riding for what seemed like forty days and forty nights we finally reached our destination. We pulled up to Club Rouse. The hottest club in the city. The building was illuminated with blue and green lights pulsing at the beat of the music, sleek windows , and a line that seemed never ending. As Ayana parked the car she looked at me with something in her eyes that told me she had something to say but didn’t quite know how. “Yana I know you ain’t trying to kiss me.”

He’s the biggest fish we have client we’ve had herehim waiting. Clara swallowed hard, the burn in her neck sinking down to a dull, throbbing ache. She took a deep, calming breath, trying to slow the wild, frenetic beating of her inner wolf. And another night, she said to herself. Just smile, let them pour the champagne, and pick up the bill. She opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit, sumptuous hallway of the club. The air was saturated with the aroma of fine cigars, expensive spirits and the subtle, tantalising musk of human yearning. The Velvet Den was a playground for millionaires who thought their money could buy anything. And today she was the prize.

she asked. "That you're still thinking about your babysitter, even though we're not even talking about that anymore." "Stop saying he's my babysitter," she grumbled. she hated the fact that she was right. She hated the fact that she was getting a little bit hot thinking about Mr. Harrison even more. She laughed again before checking her cell phone for the time. "Come on, let's head over to the club." The club was already packed when they got there, even though it wasn't that late at all, and almost immediately after they walked in, someone sent drinks to Stella and Jennifer.

But she immediately puts a blank look on her face before walking ahead of us. "She needs to stop being so stubborn before he completely walks away" Tori says as Liam wraps his arm around her waist as we all start to walk inside. I'm amazed at how nice the club looks for tonight. There's a big ass banner hanging above the bar that says 'HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY SLATER!' There's girls here I've never seen before. I look at Malachi with a questioning look. "They're from one of my other clubs kitten. They just wanted the extra money from tonight" he explains as these beautiful half dressed women start to crowd the bachelors. I see our own girls dancing their numbers on the various stages around the c

“At first I just looked at him and saw how beautiful he was, the doctors were always amazed to see such a young and smart person.” “Well, actually maybe Dr. Mark shows his affection that way.” I say trying to be cupid. “I know, I'll wait.” She tells me with her pretty eyes looking at the sky. “I've done it for four years, I can't wait longer.” She tells me, sighing. I glanced at Dr. Mark who was talking to Harry, he looked cold and calculating, but I could see what Dr. Miller was saying, and my heart started pounding. What is happening to me?

I was minding my own business and was burying myself in an old book found at the bookstore when my phone chimed. With a notification. From HarmonyMatch. I groaned, dreading opening the message, but I did anyway. "Miss Vivienne Skye Harper, Congratulations on your eligibility to join the Matching! The ceremony will happen on the 3rd of October at a local HarmonyCenter assigned to you after registration. Your participation in this program is not only a personal opportunity for a fulfilling life but also a contribution to the greater good of our society. Strong families are the cornerstone of a prosperous and harmonious future, and your involvement will play a crucial role in achieving this vis

“Ander...stop.” Panic equally tightened its grip on me, each unsteady heartbeat a drumroll of apprehension. As he pushed his body firmly to mine, I fought to steady my breathing. Without saying a word, he laid slobbering kisses on my face and neck. I wanted to fight, to push him, and kick him away but my body worked against me. The club became muted with distant echoes and the pulsating lights grew dimmer and dimmer. It was like I watched him from a foggy distance, disconnecting from my reality.