Valhalla Bar Game Novels & Stories

Damien asked. "Something fun." Valerie said, scanning her mind for an option. Suddenly she smiled, "What about 'Never Have I Ever'?" Sophia clapped her hands together. "Oh, that could be fun! But we need drinks for that." "There's a full bar in the suite," Damien pointed out, gesturing toward the kitchenette area. "Top shelf everything." "Perfect," Valerie said, already feeling energetic. "Sophia, you pick the music. Damien, you're in charge of drinks. I'll set up the seating area."

Damon asked, eyeing the crowd. Nathan ignored him and walked deeper into the club. Valerio was known to frequent places like this, hiding in plain sight while keeping an ear on everything that happened in the underworld. Nathan reached the bar and leaned in toward the bartender. “I’m looking for someone.” The bartender didn’t even glance up. “Everyone is looking for someone.” Nathan slid a bundle bill across the counter. “Valerio.” The bartender’s hand moved, covering the money. He hesitated, then nodded toward the VIP section at the back. “He us upstairs. But if I were you, I would turn around.”

“There’s a hotel downtown, on Sixth. The Halden. The bar off the lobby. Three o’clock.” “I’ll be there.” I hung up. I wrote the address on the legal pad and tore the page off. The Halden bar was a long, low room with leather banquettes the color of weak tea, a baby grand that nobody was playing, a bartender at the far end working on a tower of rocks glasses with a cloth. She was in a booth near the back in the blue coat. A glass of white wine sat in front of her, untouched, condensation ringing the base.

“Whats the fun in it if I tell you what it is straight away? You need to guess what it is at least once, Val.” “But I am not good at playing your game of guessing. First you get me breakfast in bed, then you blindfold me to an art gallery and then you mysteriously have a table booked for the both of us at a local five-star Hawaiian restaurant. You've been amazing since the break of dawn. I can't think of anything else. My mind is blank, I swear.” I swore, scrunching my nose in anger. “You are smart, Valerie. I married a smart woman. You need to think outside the box.” Baron urged, his taking up a mouth full of mixed fruit and veggies salad.

Ivy’s POV The bar smelled like whiskey and smoke. I slid onto a stool near the back, away from the handful of people scattered around the room. A basketball game played on the TV above the bar, but nobody seemed to be watching it. Everyone here looked like they were running from something, yeah the cruelty of life i guess. Welcome to the club. “What can I get you?” The bartender was older, maybe fifty, with tired eyes that had seen too much. “Something strong.”

When the barista saw her smile, he praised it by saying, "A smile is the best make up that any girl can wear. But true smile like this only persist till the end." After this he also said that by once again correcting the tea cups, "Best of you both, it’s something you and your Valentine can share and enjoy together" and then went to take other orders. Now William and Nevaeh alone in the table. Nevaeh mumbled in a confused voice, "valentine??" William who felt weird at first now start to taste the teas on front of him one by one by thinking that, "anyway, these two are of little confusing like Abigal. But wasting food is not good especially free ones".

Saint drank slowly. "Valhalla Club is the top search topic today again in the country." Tino mentioned, checking his phone too. "It has been topping the search for months now. Even Dean has been sourcing for connections to enter, but he has been failing. Those peeps are interestingly dark." Saint drank. "Dean your brother?" Tino blinked. "Bro, he's insanely rich. I could have sworn he's in the club." "He's not," Saint dropped his glass, looking at some group of tattoed guys at a corner in that bar.

“Aww, that sucks!” I laugh at her, putout expression, and pull her back into my embrace. Unfortunately, we’re so caught up in our greeting that we don’t notice my men's silence until a loud female cough interrupts our musings. Val and I both turn to face Maleah, who is standing near the doorway with a scowl. Val gives her a curious look as she approaches. “Hi, I’m Valkyrie. You must be Maleah?” She asks, extending her hand in greeting. Maleah eyes her hand, hesitantly takes it, then coldly replies, “Yeah, I’m Maleah,” I frown at her cold tone as she releases Val’s hand and strides into the room.

I had never been this far into the city before, so it felt as if a whole new world was opening up in front of me. Finally arriving at our destination, my eyes widened in surprise at seeing where we were. Val and I had seen an advertisement for the game bar, and when he mentioned that it was close to his workplace, I expressed an interest in going. It brought back many memories from my childhood. We used to have one in Wiremond, a few blocks from my house, and Erika and I would sneak inside because we were not allowed due to our age. We were saddened when the place closed. "Oh My God!" I turned to him, almost bouncing in my seat. "It looks as good as the one back home!" He smiled, clearly enj

Like fate had been waiting for this moment all along. “You lost, sweetheart?” he asked, voice steady and deep. Emily opened her mouth, but nothing came. Her silence was enough. Rhett pushed off the bike, boots splashing. He stopped close, steady eyes searching hers. Then, without another word, he opened the bar door. “Come on,” he said. “You’ll drown out here.” Inside, the bar was thick with smoke and heat. Leather cuts with the Viper emblem filled every table. Music thudded from an old jukebox, laughter rolled like thunder, and the air smelled of whiskey and motor oil.