Time Catcher Romance Club Novels & Stories

That part she did not come out for display, cheeky girl. My phone chimed, showing I had a notification. I unlocked it and realized it was an email from Vivian Waters, it was an address to a club here in Russia, a ‘Red Lounge’ Night club, 10pm prompt. Knowing who Vivian is, she has other plans up her sleeves, I have no idea how she's familiar with the club but one thing is sure, she's been there before. I looked back at my little mouse, she was happily smiling at all the things she bought,while I'm back here reading an email from my past Lover. can I truly call her my lover? Definitely No. A mistress.

“Welcome back to the Lunatic’s Club, my man.” “I’m no lunatic anymore, lunatics,” Phoenix replied with a grin, accepting the cupcake and taking a bite. “This tastes good. Thanks, buddy.” Atticus chuckled softly. Oh, right. There were two clubs in Bachelor’s Village—the Bachelor Men’s Club, for those who were married or about to get married, and the Lunatic’s Club, for singles without love lives. “Welcome back, Atticus,” Leo greeted, handing her a tulip. “Good to see you again.”

“We’ll walk. We’ll breathe. We’ll plan. And later, I’ll ask you to kneel—not because I need to win something, but because I need to hold what’s mine carefully.” I nodded, throat tight. “Yes, Victor.” As we left the chamber, I glanced at the corridor where Jennifer’s perfume still lingered. The club was holding its breath between two truths: the one we’d built and the one we were still brave enough to make. Somewhere in that thin space, love was a promise and a risk. I put my hand in Victor’s. He squeezed once. “Thirty-six hours,” he murmured, a ghost of a smile returning. “In heels,” I echoed, and he laughed—a low, clean sound that made the room feel wider again.

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

"No, no, no, I don't want to implant a bomb on the toilet later." "I'll still eat some though. C'mon, let's go." Then we went out of the campus dorm after fixing a few more stuff left. While we were walking, Toma noticed something from a distance and talked to me. "Damn. Yuji, I can't believe she's dating Duke." He said, quickly pointing at some place and there I saw Cami with her boyfriend Duke.

As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

Anthony said to Trent's hearing. I felt like the bed should open up and swallow me. Somehow, my cheek pushed a button on the screen and I heard Trent begin to speak on the loudspeaker. “Uh, it seems like you're busy. I just wanted to call to ask you if you'll be busy tomorrow night. I wanted us to go to this club I heard about and—” The phone was snatched from my hand by Anthony. “Yes, Mr. Flintwood, my woman and I would love to go to the club with you. Text us the name of the club. See you tomorrow, buddy.”

Cassidy's POV The drive to the club was tense, crammed in the back of Victor's luxury SUV, Mom prattling about society gossip while Dante's pinky brushed mine on the seat between us, a secret link that kept the fire simmering. At the club, brunch unfolded on the sun-drenched terrace, overlooking manicured lawns and tennis courts buzzing with activity.

“Donate them to the Dating Club.” My eyes flick toward the club sign. “Wait… that’s not the worst idea.” “You’re not actually doing it.” “Watch me.” I march over and grab the bouquet l like they offended me personally. Mia trails behind, arms crossed. “So, you and Elijah—nothing?” “Uh…” “Wow,” she mutters. “Convincing.” We fall into a quiet rhythm as we head up the stairs toward the most ridiculous club on campus—the infamous Dating Club. Basically, if you’re crushing on someone and lack the spine to say it, you hand them your sad little love story, and they work their matchmaking magic.