Winx Club 3 Novels & Stories

Nick asked when a few dozen meters away they entered the high-class housing complex where Vanilla and Beck's family lived "No, I guess...," Vanilla answered. "Then, I'll make you have a plan," Nick said, the handsome man grinned. "Huh?" "I'll pick you up later." Vanilla looked at Nick with a confused look until the girl frowned, making Nick chuckle. "Accompany me to watch the horse race," Nick said. ***

Before I explain the game again, Reagan ensures everyone has a drink and a large pitcher of rum punch is nearby for refills. “Taylor will go over the rules again before I start the game,” Reagan announces. I remind the group, “You drink if you have done the item the person claims they haven’t. Let’s practice before Reagan starts. I’ve never...” I pause for effect. “Waterskied.” I watch as Reagan and Martha drink. “Raise your hand if you have waterskied.” I need to check for understanding. Only Reagan and Martha raise their hands. Good. They remember how to play. “Do you remember what happens if you are the only person who has done something?”

Mahi answered. Sybb exhaled a breath. Meanwhile, Skye and Laggas looked at each other. Four days… They have to last for four days. But, even if they have won, somewhat, today against the witch, still it left them exhausted. They are afraid that if the fight continued until this night today, they would eventually lose to the witch. They know that for the witch to fight them three simultaneously, she must have something in her or a method that could make her keep fighting them. It was them three who first felt exhausted instead of the witch. So, if they continued to fight her, they would definitely be defeated.

The main event must have concluded already and now everyone was focused on chatting, drinking, and dancing already, My eyes scanned the room and tried to look for Theo. And there he was–laughing with a circle of coworkers, Sienna tucked comfortably at his side. I rolled my eyes internally. A server came up to me and offered me a drink. I took one without hesitation. The strong taste immediately hit me. I wasn’t a strong drinker, even from before. I had always been a light drinker because I never liked its bitterness and lingering smell. But tonight, I didn’t care. I was persistent to forget what happened earlier and just drown myself with drink.

“I’m drinking it anyway. What are you going to do about it?” Wendy huffed and didn’t actually try to grab it back. She clicked her tongue and looked Winter up and down. “Good thing you’ve got skin this thick. Otherwise, you really would’ve been beaten to a mess.” Instead of being annoyed, Winter found her oddly endearing. Just as Wendy twisted her hips and turned to leave, Winter called out, “Wendy, sweetie, do you happen to have a VIP card for the JX Club?” “Why?” Being called sweetie by someone as striking as Winter clearly put her in a good mood. “You want one?”

Lisa hums. We leave for the bar, the clock at ten p.m sharp. My legs feel a bit sore but I think I can hold on for some hours. Find my footing around men without Cassian. The club is packed by the time we arrive and we weave to the open bar. “Tequila shots and keep them coming,” Benta says, tapping the counter playfully. The guy smiles, pouring us three glasses. I take mine downing it in a go. “You ain't playing,” Lisa says, shoving me slightly.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

I can feel his bulge on my ass. “I want you to complete my fantasy” His grip tightens on my waist. “Leave me…” I whisper and yelled. “Let's go to the third floor,” He said, leaving me, and I stood. “ Are they all going to fuck her?” I asked. Maybe or possibly not,” He said. I was confused but followed him. I don't know what the third floor means to this club. “One of the most earning sections of this club,” He said, entering the third floor. It was also like another club. There was a screen visible on the wall and a sex movie was playing. The people sitting there are all rich and Elite. The waitress gave alcohol and pleasure to guests.

It was a quarter past ten. He must have gone out to seek pleasure from other women. Miya thought remorsefully. What aml going to do? How can I please him? He's so cold and unpredictable. About twenty minutes later, Xenon arrived at Above the Cloud, the grandest private club in City C, one of Uba's many properties. It's guarded by security guards around the club, and only people with power and prestige were welcomed here. As soon as Xenon's car pulled over, the doorman came over instantly and opened the door for him. All the security guàrds at the gate bowed and greeted Xenon courteously.

But if I don’t win, then the pot, or cherry as it is, stays with Sydney, and there’s no denying how much I hate that idea, too. When she’s dealt out the cards, she spreads the others in the middle and we both look at our hands. It’s been a long time since I’ve played this, but the rules come back to me quickly. I scan my cards, not seeing a complete set of anything, and when I look up, Sydney’s green eyes are lit up with amusement. “Do you have any threes?” “Damn it,” I mutter and hand her over my three clubs. She lays out four threes and says, “Shirt off, Jace.”