Angel's Dance Club Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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.

I chewed my lips anxiously, cautious to not draw any blood. A friendly looking waiter's eyes met mine as I flashed him a weak smile, not moving from my position. Angel's was a trendy, affordable place with a live band every day at this hour and an open patio for people who wished to dance or dine outside. The place was dim with only fairy lights yet not dark enough that I could not be seen by Logan. At a table to the far right, I saw Cath and my friends seated, their giggles and murmurs mingling with the melliflous songs played and sung by a handsome boy band on the stage right next to their table.

I’ve taken Angie out dress shopping. She has a dance at her school that she is excited for. It’s her first dance, and she was asked by one of the guys in her class. She goes to a private school like Leo, Trey, Max, and I did. It used to be an all girl school when mom went to it, but they changed it about ten years after she graduated. Angie is freshly sixteen and totally boy crazy. She has a crush on the boy that asked her, so that makes this dance even more special. Mom was going to come with us, but I think she sensed Angie and I needed some sister time since we’ve barely had any for months.

It's what we call the weekend crowd, bachelor parties, business dinners gone wild, couples looking for excitement. The lights are low except for the stage, which glows like a blue gem in the center of the room. Red and purple and gold, all designed to make everything look softer, dreamier, more fantasy than reality. I'm waiting backstage, rolling my shoulders and checking if my heels are secure, when the DJ's voice booms over the speakers. "Gentlemen and ladies, put your hands together for the angel who'll make you believe in heaven... ANGEL!" That's my stage name. Angel. The irony isn't lost on me.