Novel & Cerita Angel's Dance Club

she said and Mr Garcia already knew what she meant as he watched her grab a glass of wine from the waiter who just walked past her holding a tray of wine. "Thank you all for making it to this year's Billionaire's Meet. As you are well aware, we are here to relax and have fun. Let me kick start this evening with a song from the beautiful Ana," the voice of the MC travelled across the hall drawing everyone's attention to the front In a few minutes, the voice of a beautiful lady filled the room with a melodious song. The program continued with an open floor for dances as music played in the background. Others seize the opportunity to build a new business partnership and that is how the evening

On instinct, his eyes strayed over to a familiar manly back who also had a woman in his arms as they danced slowly to the soft sound of the music. He knew it was Ronald and didn't care to know who the latest conquest/victim in his arms, but when the movement of the dance caused him to tilt his shoulder a little, he caught the overly familiar face of a woman he would never miss anywhere. His face hardened as she smiled up at him after he said something. Then he almost lost it as Ronald lowered his head to her neck and said something that made her laugh and he noticed that the bastard Ronald had used the opportunity to bring their bodies closer.

One drink quickly turns in to a few more and soon the combination of those and the wine from Poseidon's have me in a very floaty happy state. "Let's dance!" I giggle, turning on a large stereo and blasting the music on it. I make my way around, pulling each one of them up to dance to the beat, with only Damien being stubborn and refusing to join in. "Come on, Damien. For one night step out of your comfort zone and dance with us." I plead, as I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. "I don't dance." he simply retorts, making me roll my eyes.

🍒Angela🍒 Walking into Herbert's house, I saw what I dreaded the most. Desperate teenagers making out and grinding on one another, boys and girls dancing too close to each other than would be comfortable, people throwing up and the smell of alcohol and sweat lingering in the air. It wasn't even nine and this was the state of the people. Loud music played on the speakers and multi lights danced around the room. Loud music was blaring from the large speakers that were present at one end of the hall and multi lights danced around the room, making it seem more like a nightclub than a house.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

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.

I haven’t been to the club in weeks. “Nico!” Angelina, the head dancer, embraced me and kissed me on both cheeks. She was a buxom redheaded girl, curves in all the right places. Dressed in her skimpy dance outfit those curves were threatening to spill out. My wolf growled at the back of my mind, irritated. I smiled indulgently at them, gritting my teeth. Usually I would have kissed her right back, but now I have my mate and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Hell, I’ve done more than kiss them. But not anymore. I slapped her on her almost bare bottom. She giggled. Darina stood stiffly next to me.

she grabbed him off the stool. “Wait, what?” “Don’t ask. Don’t think. Just do.” She grabbed his hands and walked with him to the dance floor. Walked past Jeff and towards the DJ, then stopped. Like she whispered something into the DJ’s ears, the vibe in the room suddenly changed, and so did the song. The Weeknd’s 2015 hit ‘Angel’ came on. SLOW DANCE BITCH. Though he was a couple feet away, he had a bird’s eye view to Marcus’ and Vanessa’s slow dance routine.

“My princess.” Angel stood, her eyes darting around as she laced her fingers with his. The tempo of the song increased, and Calvin guided her to the dancefloor. He knew he would have a few minutes alone with Angel before others joined them to make the event feel less planned. When they arrived at the dancefloor, she was more relaxed. His arm slipped around her waist, and he laced their free hands. “I’m not really a good dancer,” she confessed. “Just follow my lead,” he told her.

Sitting I wait, and she looks at me like I'm crazy. "The only clubs I know of are The Stallions, but all but one shut down. There is another one, my sister had her hen party there, think it was Alpha Doms, you could try them? But it's two hours away." "Fine, with me, give me the details," I call through, sitting and explaining what is needed, but it's too late notice. The most they can do is offer one dancer. One! So I tell them I will let them know by tonight.