Yarichan B Club Novels & Stories

Arian tried again, narrowly missing Jeffrey's perfect score who was scowling at him. "Says the mama's boy." He snorted and earned a glare, plus a wicked chuckle from Ricky. "Enough of this shit. Let's hang elsewhere, I'm bored." Ricky plopped down on a couch and balanced his drink on his forehead. "There's this crazy club 'De funz' which launched about a month ago. Everyone's been talking about it at school. Wanna crash?" Jeffrey brought out his phone and scrolled through it. "Definitely." Ricky, who was in simple clothes groaned and stood up to get dressed. They turned to look at the young master who had a clearly not interested look on.

I told Brenda that if she need anything then she can call me anytime. Then we left in his car to the club. The club name is morte. This club is really a very weird name I think it is Italian.It's opened here recently and became more popular. I get to know about it from Tanya my friends from the work. She invited me few times but I refused her. But now here I am. "Is Yash also going to be their"i asked him. His eyes fixed on the road. He looked at me when I asked him about it.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

As soon as we arrived, four men came out to greet us. Lisa wasted no time introducing me, particularly to the man she referred to as "Tim Greene," the club's founder. "Tim, this is my bestie, Julie," she said with a teasing lilt. "It's her first time joining us, so be sure to take good care of her." There was a glint in her eyes as she bit her lip and winked at him, silently conveying a message I couldn't quite decipher. I, on the other hand, stood off to the side, feeling both shy and out of place as I murmured my greetings.

The next morning, Vivian arrived at my place, her car packed with two folded bicycles in the trunk. "The ride's a bit far. You can nap on the way, and I'll wake you when we're there," she said. Considering I'd hardly slept, replaying Vivian's words in my mind, I gladly took her advice and drifted off. I had no idea how long I slept, but when Vivian shook me awake, I found myself in a remote area surrounded by lush greenery. "We're here! The club's founder booked out this entire mountain. It's secluded, so we can let loose as much as we want," she said with a mischievous grin.

“Sorry, I’m Emmilia Marino.” The bouncer shook his head. “Sweetheart, half of the city is owned by the Luna family. I don’t know who you pissed off, but both Emmilia Vitore and Emmilia Marino have been blacklisted from half of the clubs in the city.” He took out his cell phone and flashed a picture of me that was from last years college yearbook. “Who told you to blacklist me?” I demanded. The bouncer sighed. “If you’re pissed, you probably already know. Now, run along home.”