Angel Dust Gacha Club Novels & Stories

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

she said to herself. "He has, Bun, brother Langit has come back" "Have you met him, honey?" "Not yet, Bun," Green answered briefly. "Hasn't he seen you?" "Not yet, Bun,, maybe brother Langit is still exhausted." "Oh, dear, I almost forgot," She said with a chuckle, Kalila spaced her words before continuing her talks, "I'm going to invite you and Langit. Can you come with Langit next week? Will be an arisan—mothers association for collecting money from all members of it and every weeks or months even years the money will be given to the one who got it, mostly by a paper consisted a name on it, all of my friends came with their daughter in law, so if you mind to come, I might introduce you to

“Because whoever planted that bug might try again. And they’ll expect us to hide you. So instead… we bring you to the front line.” Elena swallowed. “Am I bait?” Gabriel grinned. “Dressed bait. With lip gloss, if we’re lucky.” Alessio turned. “Let’s go. The club’s already open.” ⸻ Midnight. They entered the underground club through the back. It didn’t smell like smoke or alcohol. It smelled like sin. Low lighting. Walls pulsing with deep red and violet hues. Music thrumming like a heartbeat. The place wasn’t public—it was private. Dangerous. A sanctuary for criminals too rich to die.

Jake piped, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge. Ace and I shared a look. He had recently landed a contract—a hit on an MC prez who worked with deadly narcotics and had little to no respect toward women. It was another motorcycle club that hired Ace, one which felt that this prez was encroaching on their territory. Tonight he was going to leave so he could start doing some recon and I still hadn't decided whether or not I wanted to go with him. "Why, what's up?" Ace asked while carefully shrugging off the blazer and handing it to me.

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Maeve leaned forward, squinting at the glowing gold numbers floating above the screen: > **REMAINING PRINCIPAL BALANCE: 150,000,000 SILVER SHARDS** > **STATUS: CURRENT / NO DEFAULT PENALTY** > Maeve’s mouth dropped open in shock. "Fifty... fifty million? In three weeks? Aggie, how? Did you rob a high-spire vault?!" "No," Agnes said with a soft, radiant smile, a gentle flush warming her cheeks as she thought of the man who made it possible. "I partnered with Apex Champion Rhys Stormfang. I fixed his relic gear, overrode his harness in the underground contender match, and we took the entire purse and pay-per-view bonus."

I don't think I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful. The professor clears her throat as she scans the room. Her gaze falling on mine just along enough to make my skin crawl. Something flashing in her eyes that I don't quite recognize as she continues to scan the room. Weird. "I am Professor Cecillia Starling. This is my bonded, Aries," she says as she gestures to the moon serpent who has now taken place alongside where she stands. She continues, "Yes, I possess gifts granted to me by Aries. No, I will not be telling you my gifts. My job is to simply teach you everything you need to know about the bonds."

Dahlia shook her head vigorously, "No not him. Can we just leave I promise, you will met him at the club." I drove us to the club which was technically a bar but very decent and charming, it's called 'The Misty' a funny name for a club but it had really good beer and wine. We entered after showing our passes to the bouncers one of whom had a feeling me and Dahlia were underage, we had to show him our ids and when finally he believed us he wanted to take a picture with us. Jenny and Dahlia being wild forced me to pose for the picture and Jenny even winked at the buffed man when he let us in.

“The club misses you.” I blinked. “Club?” “Lucia owns a strip club in Palermo,” Azrael said casually. “Lucia, this is Celeste.” Lucia’s eyes swept over me once, slow and judgmental. Then she smiled—a polite, fake smile. “Your fiancée, yes?” I almost choked. “Excuse me?” Azrael looked mildly entertained. “Something like that.” Lucia’s brows rose. “Ah. Lucky girl.” She leaned in again and kissed his other cheek. “Don’t stay away so long next time.”