Angel Dust Gacha Club Novels & Stories

I swore that the girl had no limits. “I found the server to Club Eternity and hacked into it. We don’t have to contact him at all because this shows that a verbal passphrase is required to enter. ‘Dungeon’s Fire’ is all you have to say. It also shows that it’s a formal event,” Dahlia pointed out. Formal event to purchase breeders? How fucked up is that? Cadence seemed to mirror my thoughts because she said, “better look fabulous to buy slaves.” She shook her head, disgusted with it all. I was right there with her.

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

8 Months Later Kade POV “Babe, we are going to be late!” I called out to Evelyn as I looked in the hallway mirror as I straightened my tie. Today was the grand opening of my new club, Oasis that was once called Olympus and owned by Ricci. Machine and I had worked hard making the space into an elegant yet erotic atmosphere. With a color palette of Deep Red and black with accents of crystal, we were able to achieve our goal. Never would this club be home to sex trafficking ever again. Tonight we would be showing our hard work off to our loved ones and the new elite members of the club.

He asked her, eyes still focused on the Temptress as she smiled wide and clapped. “Of course she is. Sit please. We have much to talk about. Jasmine here was telling me about the missing women that were kidnapped from my club.” Raina moved, seduction itself as she stood towards Gabriel, she leaned in, Gabriel watching her every move as she kissed his cheeks. “Raina Tate the owner of Mix and Mingle club chain. Who are you handsome?” Before she could touch him with her hands, Gabriel quickly grabbed her wrist. His eyes burning through her soul, seeing the truth no one else knew. She saw the truth in his as well. His touch told her everything she confirmed in her mind. “Angel.”

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Angeline’s first thought was that her money had been spent in vain. “Why did you come out so soon? Oh my money, it’s gone just like that, huh?” Her pained look made Cole, who was simmering with rage, even angrier that his face turned black. Angeline saw that he indeed was angry and realized that she might have crossed the line. She smiled flatteringly at him and coaxed in a kindly manner, saying, “Don’t be angry. This club is the most high-end red-light district in Swallow City. The girls inside not only have good figures but also nice faces. Their services are first-rate. Don’t you have mysophobia toward women? That’s because the women you see are ugly. If you see those beautiful girls, the

answers Angel who takes a seat next to me. Nodding, I move to change the subject. “So what’s the dress code for Club Ambrosia?” I question, never hearing about this club before. “It’s glam babe.” At the sound of a voice we turn to see another. “Caleb you made it” I grin. “In the flesh baby” chuckles Caleb, taking a seat next to Angel. “So glam, meaning fancy?” I ask, making sure that was what he was referring to. “Girl, it’s like Hollywood Glam, Only the best of the best get in. I’m told only the rich people are allowed in” replies Caleb, a dreamy look on his face appearing at the thought of Hollywood Celebrities.

she says, voice lower now, venom curling around each syllable, “too bad I have your twin deep inside me—fucking me like the beast he is. He’s stronger than you, Rafaele. And he’ll protect me from the likes of you.” The line goes dead and so does the phone as i blast it across the space. ~~AURELIA~~ It’s evening now, and the club is in full swing. Though, I can’t even really call it a club—there are too many nooks and crannies. A place filled with shiny machines and people sitting in front of them, dragging some lever down and cursing in anger as they stare at the screens. Gladis explained it’s some kind of game where people throw in huge amounts of money and spin in hopes of winning more.

she scoffs. “Sure, whatever makes you happy.” “Wait—what? What the hell are you talking about—I’m obviously beating you! You must be blind or something because the game is clearly in my favor!” She rattles off but I stay quiet. She moves one of her pieces and I sit back with a smirk. Gotcha. A sudden whistling sound has all eyes glued to the sky. Several dots appear above us, circling around each other as they dive. They grow larger and clearer until we can see that there are three dark angels and two light—all with shimmering golden wings.

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.