Clubscene cerita

BROMANCE WARNING ⚠️ Leo, the heir to a wealthy family, lives a glittering but empty life of clubs and parties. After collapsing outside a club, he is taken to a hospital ..what happened next..stay tuned for new chapters NOTE:This story is an original work written by me. All characters, scenes, and dialogues are created from my own imagination. No part of this text is copied or derived from any other source, and no plagiarism is involved.

Ari and Kathir start as two strangers tied together by a contract, trying to keep their hearts out of something that already feels too real. Ari carries the quiet strength of an Eelam Tamil girl, shaped by family, culture and the kind of resilience that sits deep in her bones. Kathir meets her with steady calm, protective in small ways he never announces, and slowly becomes the one person she stops hiding from. Their marriage wasn't meant to grow into anything, but the late‑night conversations, the soft kindnesses, the arguments that cut a little too close, all of it pulls them toward each other. Two people who didn't choose this path but end up choosing each other anyway.

One weekend. One impulsive decision. One secret marriage. Kirti Mehra thought Vegas was for fun. Archit Singhania thought life was all about control. Fate had other plans.

Red Flags in Neon Light Chai has always danced under the shadows of neon-fearless, unapologetic, and unashamed of the life she chose. At twenty-five, she knows the stage is hers, even when the world judges. Ace is her opposite and her mirror-tattooed, dangerous, and the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about. At twenty-eight, he runs a tattoo parlour that's more than ink and needles-it's a kingdom of scars and stories. They grew up side by side. They grew into sins together. And now, they burn in ways that no one else would dare touch. Inside Chai's strip club, they say things that shock, they do things that cross every line. But neither of them care. Because love, lust, friendship, and fire don't play by anyone else's rules. This isn't a fairytale. It's their story-messy, raw, and red-flagged from the start. And in neon light, red never looked so good.

Five heartbreaks. Five ways love teaches you how to hold on, how to let go, and how to live with the pieces left behind. A queer boy falling for another soft guy. A goodbye whispered on a porch. Two lovers taking the long way home because neither knows how to end it. A love that only exists in the silence between two bodies. And a promise that someone, somewhere, will love you better. Soft hearts. Sharp endings. Love that bruises. Love that lingers. Love that refuses to die quietly. If you've ever loved too deeply, this collection is for you.

Anna never wanted to go out that night. But one decision, one touch, and one unexpected kiss change everything. What starts as a favor turns into.... Sometimes, the most unexpected nights leave the deepest marks, a book unfinished and many words unspoken. This is a real story, as a way to heal I have decided almost two years later to tell it from my point of view. To say to you what what I never could say to him. To heal from losing the love of a lifetime. To hope that one day we will find each other and finish it.

The reader follows the inner monologue of a nameless, detached protagonist as he describes his nightly efforts to escape his empty reality.

Y/N is a naive, sheltered college girl juggling lectures, part-time shifts, and weekend nights with her friends. Her life is ordinary-predictable, even-until one impulsive night changes everything. Dragged into an exclusive underground club whispered about on campus, Y/N stumbles into a VIP section cloaked in shadows and power. She doesn't know the man sitting at its center, doesn't flinch under the weight of his stare, doesn't bow like the rest. She talks back. She laughs. She calls him out. She has no idea who Ryomen Sukuna is. Everyone else does. Amused by her audacity and intrigued by her innocence, Sukuna lets her stay-if only to entertain himself. But the longer she lingers in his world, the deeper his obsession runs. What began as a fluke becomes a fixation. He doesn't want to protect her. He wants to ruin her. And Y/N, blissfully unaware of the monster watching her behind a charming smile and blood-soaked reputation, has no idea she just became his favorite game. © CoffinCowgirl 2025. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any part of this story without permission. [ Started 05.09. 25 ]

He's my father's enemy. The man I've been warned about my entire life. And the only one who's ever looked at me like I'm not made of glass. One reckless night in a club was supposed to be harmless fun. But when I lock eyes with him-tall, tattooed, dangerous-I know I'm in trouble. His touch is heat and warning all at once. His voice is a promise I should run from. I find out who he really is too late. The rival my father has built his career on destroying. The man who could ruin my family... or me. But the more I try to stay away, the deeper I'm pulled in. Because under the danger, under the secrets-there's a fire neither of us can put out. Enemies. Forbidden. Addictive. And if I'm not careful, he won't just break the rules. He'll break me.

A club scene romance short story

Karin finds the world of club scenes, strong drinks, and strange men turning into something much more sinister. A dystopian world where your biggest worry isn't matching heels, but hitting your target or joining the undead. [[ artwork not mine, will add my own at a later date ]]

Ayana West a bubbly , strong-willed beauty. she finds herself caught between desire and danger, and can't help but feel she's biting into a forbidden fruit when she falls in love with her boss.... Adrian Wolfe CEO of Wolfe holdings, mysterious yet intriguing- is only concerned about two things i) Money/power. ii) Protecting a secret he can't afford to leak... But fate has other plans for Adrian and it comes wrapped in a temptation he never saw coming.... Will Adrian follow his one rule which is never to listen to the heart OR..... warning ❗❗ This book contains some mature scenes not suitable for under 18 readers. If you are looking for an exaggerated, unrealistic love story this book is not for you. I love CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, feel free to share your ideas and opinions.

In the neon-drenched city of Saibadesu, nothing is ever what it seems. When 19-year-old Mayra, a romantic with a love for vintage lace and soft rebellion, sneaks into a club with her chaotic besties, she doesn't expect to fall for a mysterious stranger with silver eyes and a vectorcore vibe. Luigi is electric-funny, flirty, and gone in the blink of a strobe light. Her friends claim he was never there. The cyber police raid the club. And somehow... his number is in her phone. Haunted by the memory of a boy who might not exist, Mayra is pulled into a world of corrupted realities, city secrets, and a connection that defies logic. Between glitching love interests, forbidden tech, and truth hidden behind neon lights, Mayra must decide: Was he a dream, a virus, or something dangerously real?

AU Hollanov fanfic where Shane drives home after the club scene, gets in a (none serious) car accident and accidentally calls Ilya instead of a tow truck.

"You have somewhere to be? A dirty bathroom wall you haven't fucked against yet? A dick you haven't choked on?" "Are you jealous? Must be hard being a virgin at your age." His smirk drops into the glare I've been craving all night. Jackpot. 🎸 🎸 🎸 Liam lives for chaos - too much booze, too many hookups, and an obsession with winning the band competition that even his band members deem unhealthy. Vincent lives for control - perfect riffs, strict rules, and having to interact with the idiots of the world as little as possible. Oh, and winning, of course. The problem? After Liam accidentally kisses him because his drunk brain thought it was a good idea, they can't stay away from each other. Every gig, every backstage run-in, every fight is just another excuse to turn insults into kisses, and rivalry into something much more complicated. While Liam and Vincent are busy trying to out-snark, out-play, and out-fuck each other, both are still carrying scars-from broken families, bad relationships, and choices that won't stop haunting them. How long can they keep telling themselves: "We're only fucking" before they have to realize it turned into so much more than that. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers (and with benefits) 🔥 Queer band drama 🔥 Sexual tension you can cut with a guitar string