Yuri B Club Novels & Stories

Where was everyone when this man kept assaulting me? With a creak sound, the door is flung open and she appeared in front of it—Yuri. The mistress of the boss here who also doubled as the club's manager. She was a haunting nightmare for me. Yet in this frightening moment, her presence somehow brought me a sense of comfort. " Mr Marcello? Are you all right?" Yuri's voice was trembling, "Come quickly, take Mr Marcello to get treated!" While repeatedly apologizing, she eagerly directed the guards around her to help that bastard.

Yuri put on a mask and got out of the car. There were not many people in the imperial city after dinner time. She entered the elevator and pressed the four floor button. The four floor was the club . It would be very lively at night. There were no guests at this time. Yuri walked out of the elevator and saw two men walking out of the bar counter in front of her. She dodged and hid behind a pillar. As the footsteps approached, there were also the voices of two people: "No wonder uncle is 24 years old. He doesn't even have a girlfriend. It turns out that it's not that he doesn't want to inherit the shares given by his great grandpa, but that he likes men."

CHAPTER 56 *** AT THE NIGHT CLUB ** The night air was thick and humid, clinging to Caleb's skin as he walked along the dimly illuminated alleyway. The constant beat of bass pumped through the walls, calling him to the entrance of Haze, the underground club that had become a second home for him and his crew. As he neared the unassuming door, he noticed Yuria resting against the graffiti-covered brick, her lips curled into a cheeky smile that sent a lovely chill down his spine. She appeared like a temptress, with her tight leather skirt and crop top leaving nothing to the imagination.

I asked immediately. "Yuri is our father's first cousin, the son of Adrik's brother, Ighor. Erik's mother fled to the east with him, so the two grew up like brothers, but they are distant cousins," He explained. I had nothing to say about it, so I was quiet. "Yuri started the group. It was a group then, but it transformed into a cult later. Yuri started the group so we could all be in touch and help each other.

TWELVE Zuri leads the way. She seems to know the bouncers at the door. Just a wink at them and we are in. I have been to a club before and this place, if it is a club. It is a different kind of club; it seems like a sex club. At a corner by the bar was a girl performing fellatio on a man on her knees while the man held her hair in one hand, and held a cigarette in the other hand.

Yup it is a gay club. Inside the club is a typical scene for this sort of thing. Fog machines and strobe lights and sweaty bodies writhing against one another, BUt what catches my eye is the huge mural on the wall behind a small stage. It is a huge Rainbow Butterfly and the neat script angled below it reads “Maripossa”.

When the meeting was over, Aleandro went to his room and found Yuriel already gone. He snorted. Stubble remains stubborn. He had ordered her to wait in the office, but Yuriel had already fled. Aleandro's cell phone vibrated. He glanced and picked up the phone. "Come to the club tonight." A male voice was heard on Aleandro's cell phone. He seemed to think before agreeing. After all, he hadn't been to a nightclub in a long time. He needed something to release his frustration with his wife.

My hair loose, my lips painted red, my body wrapped in something that whispered danger and fun. Yvonne grinned, triumphant. “There she is. My Vivian Kim. Still lethal.” I rolled my eyes, but part of me liked hearing it. Yves was the kind of club that lived in whispers. Hidden behind a frosted glass entrance with no sign, it pulsed with music the moment you stepped inside. Velvet walls glowed under neon strips that dripped like liquid fire. A chandelier hung above the main floor, crystals scattering light across sequined dresses and sharp suits.

"That's if you're willing to check it out" I furrowed my brows, crossing my arms. “Really? And where is this mysterious place you’re talking about?” “A club,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s one of the famous ones here....and since tonight’s Friday… the energy is going to be insane....trust me, there'll be live music, dancing, wild games. You can just think of it as a night of fun...no thoughts, just fun...It’s an experience you'd really love”

Club Viper. The name alone held a lot of power here in New York. I’d never been inside, but I’d heard whispers. It was more than just one of the most luxurious clubs in the city—it was infamous. Beneath the flashing lights, expensive liquor, and elite clientele, it carried a darker reputation. It had a secret that came wrapped in leather, chains, surrender and control. BDSM. It was a BDSM club. Why would Sebastian want to meet me here? The bass thumped in my chest as I walked toward the entrance. A tall man in a well ironed black suit blocked the doorway, posture rigid like a soldier.