Novel & Cerita Angel's Dance Club

I was going to kill them anyways, but it was nice that our little circle was in agreement. Tuesday night we hit a new restaurant/club in town to celebrate our progress. It looked like we just might pull this off. Good food, good whiskey, and a good fuck was all I needed and this week would be perfect. Everything seemed perfect until I was sitting at a lounge watching everyone dance and saw a blond Angel. Same height, same tiny figure, and a dress with no back. I needed to distract my mind and fucking quickly.

Maybe it wasn’t a goddess of light but one of darkness, still divine, still beautiful but nothing heavenly. Aleksei used to describe the club to me and the fact that it was his favorite. He promised he would sneak me out one night and we would go dancing. A promise that would never happen. When Marek said he was headed out, originally he wanted me to stay. It was two in the morning and I understood but when he said it was at Goddess Divine and it was regarding the mercenaries, I needed to go. It wasn’t a matter of want. A hand slipped down my back and I looked up at Marek. He wasn’t looking down at me, but out into the space where people were packed in, dancing the electronic music. I looked

Max laughed after finishing his drink. Amanda was already swaying, while Angelica got really excited and started grabbing random guys to the dance floor making us laugh. Amber joined Angelica, after getting another man for Amanda to dance with. "Come let's dance. I'll let you feel me up," I whispered sexily in his ear, making him pull me closer and kiss me deeply as his hand roamed between my legs. I cursed myself for wearing my short-short dress. His hand crept up higher as nobody could see his hand under the table and the club's dim lighting. I moaned hard under his kiss.

I order. I hang up and block him again. Shit! What have I done? I've created a monster! Friday night comes and I decided to go out with my coworkers. Angel got VIP tickets for some high-profile club. I'm excited as it’s supposed to be celebrities and guests only! I put on a black dress that hugs my figure. The middle is see through and the arms are see through. It hangs off my shoulders and falls mid-thigh. Classy but sexy! "Wow. I'd almost turn for you!" Vicki laughs.

Angel’s POV The club was playing a bass tune when I arrived. It was a little bit crowded, filled with faces I didn’t recognize. The unfamiliarity of it made me feel at ease. For once, I wasn't surrounded with anyone who would judge me. I came here to unwind and temporarily forget my current situation. With everything that had recently happened in my life, this date was long overdue. After a light drink, I decided to check up on Dana. She answered my call on the fourth ring.

Angel’s POV Back when Angel used to come here—years ago—with Federico and Bianca, his childhood friends, they’d once snuck behind the counter. Drunk and laughing. And they had found it. A slim metal door that led to the alley. Half opened. They had been young and stupid back then. And now, he needed that escape route. He pushed the bar’s door open. The soft ring of the bell above him sounded louder than it should have. Only two people were inside.

Damien's POV How could he be so foolish? Inviting an angel to Hell was not only dangerous, but unheard of. When the angel king had stepped into the castle, the wave of pure energy was almost nauseating. However he couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed it. After the male had left, Damien deeply regretted his choice in words. Upon first seeing Ashton, he was mesmerized by the angel's beauty. He had been told by various guards that Heaven's heir was a sight to behold, but he wasn't expecting this. With an annoyed grunt, Damien collapsed on his plush bed. Every moment that passed, he continued to curse himself for attempting to maintain his reputation. It wasn't his original intentions to cont

The moment the door shut, I went back to scribbling notes and reviewing a list of everyone under me. I didn’t even notice the time had flown until my phone buzzed with a message from Tomas: Angel is here with a blonde. Just like that, I discarded everything I was doing, my pulse thrumming as I booted my second monitor. The camera feed loaded and there he was, Angel fucking Di Cristina, walking into my club with a woman who looked like she’d walked straight out of a Maxim photoshoot. The fuck was this? And then, I watched as they headed toward the old VIP zone that was now remodeled into the club's new sex pit, and my jaws clenched.

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.

she said with a wave. "Bye, Sylvia," I called after her as her taillights dimmed in the distance. I took the short distance to my car, unlocked it, and sped off into the London night, still thinking about what I should buy her for Christmas that was not a sweater. *** I took a seat in my usual corner inside the Dancing Angels. I always enjoyed the show and a few drinks before heading home. Tonight the club was packed. Unusual for a Wednesday night. I asked the waitress what was the deal with the crowd tonight.