Angel's Dance Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The girls aren’t going to be drinking tonight. I see some of the boys spiking the punch already.” David grumbled, swaying towards Mavis, grabbing her hand. “Time to dance,” his eyes sparkled with a need for the tempting woman before him. Who wore a tempting dress in moron off the shoulder number that he could not keep his eyes off her. “Let's show these kids how to dance,” he called out to Azrael. The Angel of Death chuckled before walking towards Ava. Who he gathered in his arms and led her across the dance floor. Causing her lilac dress to sway with her movement. Making the silver design pop while under the shining lights.

The club was very loud and full of very passionate people. The dance floor was the part that people love the most. Tucked away among the others was Angel. She was dancing like crazy with one of her crazy cousins, Ellena. She had just come from Las Vegas for a photo shoot for a famous fashion magazine. Ellena deliberately stayed at Angel's apartment while she was spending her two weeks of holiday in New York. And the first thing Ellena did was take her boring cousin to a party.

I don't know why the moon goddess thought that it would be a great idea to pair me up with such a young mate. "What are we going to do about the rogues?" I came back to the conversation that we were having in the meeting room, before I got lost in my thoughts. "We will deal with it just like we always have," I answered. I was in a meeting with the elders of the pack, along with my Beta, Mason and my third in command, Dylan. We normally had these meetings at least once a month, but today was different. We have been having a series of rogue attacks on the pack, which we believed were just a distraction for something bigger and far worse. It could be that word got out that the angel was in my p

I smiled at the thought of this and put back the lipstick, I only glossed my lips not to look dry. I walked out the door, heading to De Angels Club, it was a bit far and out of town, but far. I had to take an Uber there. When I got there, I was frightened, never been to a club before and I was alone but I tried to stay calm, I’ll be meeting my sisters soon. I got out the car, standing far from the entrance not knowing what to do, I looked back at the message for where to meet. It was at a private section, D7, already being fully paid for. I summed up confidence and got in, the disco light, loud music and the thrumming sound from every angle made the place suffocating, everyone danced like th

Noah’s voice stopped me before I could formulate my own. "Angel, not you." I spun around. He was staring at me, his index finger resting between his lips and nose, his expression unreadable. "Yes, Mr. Noah," I replied, avoiding his gaze. "Please, have a seat." I swallowed, the unease tightening in my chest, and sat down. "I've heard a lot about you, Angel. One thing is that you're the best dancer in the club. Now, enlighten me: is pole dancing a hobby or a talent?"

' She wondered. That Friday night, Chiara went with her father to Moonlight club. It was an exclusive nightclub frequented by socialites, celebrities and rich people owned by Carlos Nicolettis. Immediately they walked in, a huge man in the VIP section came down to meet them. They weaved around the drunk people on the dance floor and followed the man to an office in the back.

I responded. End of smut scene!

Angel screamed and ran to her room. ECHO CLUBHOUSE** Angel was busy dancing in front of Christian,Ryan brought Christian as usual and again they are stuck with each other. "This is so fun!!" Angel screamed,whining her waist along with the beat of the song. Christian smiled like a proud boyfriend,his eyes not leaving her body for once. Each time he catch any guy staring at her,he would touch her as if to tell them to back off. Angel stopped and breathe out tiredly,she was still smiling.

I was left in awe of the club. We enter the club, passing the bouncer at the doorstep. Different kinds of bright and yellow light sparkled inside as we stepped in. Many women and men were dancing on the dance floor. It was so noisy; loud music was playing as people were dancing and moving across the floor. Stepping in was like walking into a new place. This is an entirely different place for me. “Come on, girls, let’s go to the bar,” Angel insisted as we followed her over to the bar.

One yanked my hair hard, dragging me back. I gasped loud. “Let me go this instant!” I growled, practically screaming over the music. “Yoo, chill out, hoe,” he snarled, finally letting my hair go. I hated this fucking club sometimes. I walked faster, heels stabbing the floor, until I reached the pole where Angel was spinning slowly, disco lights shining on his skin. “Angelll!!” I yelled up at him, arms folded tight under my chest. He flinched for a split second, then exhaled when he saw me.