Time Catcher Romance Club Novels & Stories

**The Marriage Clause** (Chapter Eighteen) Part Two The club was fully packed to the brim and Elizabeth had to squeeze past a few people before she finally got to the bar, Marcus on the other hand was finding it way harder as it had been a long time since he attended a club—by a long time he meant since his early college years,ever since he got his degree his life was fully thrown into ranching and he totally forgot one of the good pleasures of life—dancing with strangers to great music.

One that I knew I wasn’t going to like. “Hey,” said Gemma, mid-way in between the lecture, “my birthday is this weekend. My roommates and I are going out clubbing. You’re coming with me, right?” I smiled. Normally, that wouldn’t have been something I wanted to do. But with the way that Octavious Luna was looking at me like I belonged to his family, I wanted to do something reckless. Going to a club and dancing the night away with strangers seemed like the perfect solution to that. “Yeah,” I told her, “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

That’s not flirting, that’s physics. I pinched the bridge of my nose, silently counting to three. Stick. To. The plan. She huffed. Fine. Fun. Explore. Back home. But you’re boring. I started walking toward the road, while waiting for the cab I called. And you’re insane. Insanely fun, she corrected. Now let’s go before I start chewing on my own paw out of excitement. An hour later The club was called Lucid Sin. It smelled like lust, sweat, spilled vodka, and bad decisions.

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

” “I glanced back. He rolled his eyes like a pissed-off girlfriend. Carl Thompson, he's the hottest dude in the city. Smooth dark brown skin, an actor, a literal god walking among mortals. New York got blessed. People throw themselves on him, and he just gives them that dead inside look.” “He's a mystery. “Doesn’t date, doesn't hook up. Me? I've tried resisting. I just can't. My driver's spoiled and I have zero type. The woman licked her glossy lips as I approached. She eyes me from head to toe like I'm dessert. I love it when they do that, proof I'm irresistible. “She grabs my hand.” I followed.” The club is huge. She leads me through a hallway, I know what's back there, rooms. People come

I'm done hiding… I'm fine waiting… I'm done being the fool who pined for someone who didn't want her… and I'm definitely done waiting on nonchalant boys. This is insane," I said. Insanely hot. I almost argued, but I zipped it. Fine," I said. "Let's go. The club was called L'Étoile. It was the kind of place that existed in a different universe from the beach house. It was dark, pulsing and full of bodies moving to music I couldn't hear over the beat of my own heart. Camille pulled me through the crowd, her hand wrapped around my wrist, her laugh bright and reckless. She was in her element, and I was trying not to drown.

Indeed in spite of the fact that the touch of their lips was brief, their eyes waited on each other. “You superior get utilized to it, lover,” Cassie mumbled, snatching a modest bunch of his shirt and pulling him near for another kiss. “Even in spite of the fact that I adore to party, I moreover adore loose sweaters, free pants, pizza, snacks, and endlessly streaming motion pictures whereas tucked up in bed. The club will have no choice but to get along without you.” “You clearly require a snuggle buddy for that activity,” Claw said, gesturing prudently. “You wouldn’t need to attempt such a genuine circumstance without backup.”

You could put her in a room with a dummy doll and still see the explicit, raw chemistry. I'm on the verge of quitting my job at Fantasy Elite, but the knight's sex club isn't much better. With Caelum preoccupied with Aurora, Cassian on a secret project, and Ryker ignoring everything except my wedding plans, Bishop fucking his way through the city to get over Katherine is the only thing keeping their club afloat. We need to get back to our previous normal, the normal of at least three months ago. I want to get so drunk at Cassian's parties that I can't tell the difference between the top of my bed and under it, then wake up in my best friend's apartment and kill the hangover with more alcohol

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- one🦋 Semi- Final💕💕💕 ✍️Authoress Ricky pov✍️ "Rachael" "Mom" I should probably let you know what really happened before Rachael was caught in her makeout session with Jeremy. The house was buzzling as different kept moving in out of the building. Music was flowing in the living room and the twins were having the best birthday in their entire life.

“Maybe I should call Hector…” “No. I’m fine. Don’t bother Hector. We will go tonight and it will be fine.” The next few hours were torture. It was like I could hear the seconds tick by, feeling myself fall deeper and deeper into the chaos. We dressed and headed out to the club around 8:30pm. When we pulled up it only seemed busier. There was something different though. As I got out, I picked it up immediately. I picked up Auri, her scent, the forest with that spice. Every time the door opened, it hit me like a wave. Cato howled and it made me go weak. My final grip on sanity left me.