Winx Club Photos Novels & Stories

"Your man is pretty much of an introvert. He doesn't seem to go out much and I couldn't follow him to Greece. You didn't pay for that." Loo shot him a killer glare. " No offense!" Sentinel laughed. The first picture she picked had Roxanne in it but she looked like she caught a stomach bug. Jaxon was seated while Roxanne seemed to be coming from the bathroom. Loo scoffed at her shabby appearance of sweatshirt on denim. "She works at the club and is a total wreck. This isn't what my man goes for." She said. " Very well, then, check the other pictures." Loo checked the other pictures.

At Club 21, they can release their attributes without any worries. "Hey Maharani!" Jenifer shouted welcoming me. There is also Elysia, Shinta and some women I just met. "Introducing this, Widya, Angle and Shopia. Now there are six of us!" Shinta explained. Club 21 consists of 6 women and the rest are all men. Widya, heir to a sugar factory, Angle, owner of a national TV station, and Shopia, owner of a well-known trade in this country. Their appearance is very elegant. According to Jennifer, we will only meet their sweet faces at this club, outside of that don't expect to get the same treatment.

I got the feeling that the room behind the double doors was a private area so stayed out of there, but the rest of the club was a pretty public space, so, saw no harm in having a look. Most of the photos were just like the ones in my room, clearly taken at ''family'' gatherings or events that the guys had been involved in. There were some nice ones of the guys with their families... and then, I saw one, it was old, it looked dated and it was slightly hidden under a few other more recent things. I unpinned it from the wall to look properly. Ron, Jemma, Alexander... and my mum. I smiled looking at it. This was the first proper thing I had seen that made all this seem real. There was photograph

Isabella’s POV Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club was a plain enough building from the outside. In fact, it didn’t even have a big neon sign or a billboard to announce its presence. Instead, a brass-enameled plaque was the only thing on the completely black building. The sign simply says, Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club – Members Only. There was no lineup, which means it’s ultra-exclusive. Probably Mafia, elite businessmen, and politicians frequented here for privacy and anonymity. Two giants of men stood guard at the front entrance to ensure privacy.

They were accepted in the club on the condition that they kept the peace. Phoenix’s Claws was the largest wolf–owned club in the Red Light district. Under Cathy’s management, it was flourishing far better than any of the clubs in the area and Cathy was beginning to think about extending the establishment into hotels and resorts. She was so occupied by her plans for the club that she almost passed the exit that would take her to the Red Light district and was lucky enough to arrive just in time to see the delivery guys bringing trucks of drinks for the opening later that night.

He ordered a bottle of their most expensive wine and took his seat opposite Phoenix, who though seated, was shaking her body to the booming music. From the place where they were seated, Phoenix had a vantage view of the entry point to the club bar and the boisterous crowd dancing wildly in the lower section. She watched with excitement as the man and lady tracking her stepped into the club and walked over to the bar section. After the drink was served, Phoenix requested ice and an ice pick knife. "To friendship and love," Dex raised his wine glass towards Phoenix. "To pain and death," Phoenix clinked her wine glass with his and chuckled at Dex's perplexed expression. She emptied the content

More like satisfied. "I came to see your so-called proof. That's all." "That's all I'm asking." He held the door open. "After you." The clubhouse interior was exactly what I expected and nothing like it at the same time. Yes, there was the mandatory bar along one wall, the pool table, the leather couches that had seen better days. But there were also photographs covering every available wall space not just club photos, but family pictures. Kids at birthday parties. Graduation ceremonies. A wedding.

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.

With such a striking man at home, no wonder she would not give him a second glance. A group of animated Stunning Mule Club members sat near Xander, their laughter filling the air. Some of them mustered the courage to ask Xander for his telephone number but hesitated, their nerves getting the better of them. One person tried to sneakily snap a photo with their phone, but Xander's piercing glance made them nearly drop it in fright.

It was a wild scene to behold. If I didn’t perform well enough, would I join them? I probably would. For my baby, maybe I have no choice. The stranger stopped to greet some people on the way. Then we walked up the stairs and into an office. After I took a seat and introduced myself, he started to introduce this place. “My name is Giovanni Battista and this is Club Eclipse.” “Club Eclipse is an exclusive nightclub that caters for the elite. We employ only the best dancers to satisfy the needs of our clients. And like I said earlier, I can tell you're a great dancer and you'll excel in this company,” he said.