Angel's Dance Club Novels & Stories

She let the music wash over her, moving her body to the rhythm, trying to forget the weight of the world for just a little while. As the night wore on, Abeni found herself growing more and more reckless. She danced on tables, sang along to songs at the top of her lungs, and even flirted with a few of the club's patrons. It felt good to let loose, to forget about the past and all the problems that came with it.

“ you know what , I really appreciate if you stop telling me how sorry you are , after all you didn’t know that he was my step dad and I just say that it’s my fault for not telling you earlier , so I would appreciate if you just let it go and let’s enjoy the night together . Angel nodded and with that we zoomed off **** In the next few seconds , I was with Angel in front of the club . The both of us had stopped somewhere and I had taken that opportunity to stop to wear my clothes , but on a second thought , I wasn’t okay with changing what I had on and I wondered why . I couldn’t just place my hands on it and I didn’t know why . It was a good thing that she didn’t even bother to force me to

She let out a heavy sigh. If Angel had heard about it already, it meant the whole club knew about it, “how is the news always spreading so fast around here?” She thought to herself as she kept on walking. Angel was almost always the last person to hear rumours in the club, as she did not relate to most girls in the club. After cleaning off all that heavy makeup, she got changed into a proper outfit, a short halter neck, and a backless dress.

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.

I may not be the best person in the world, but ain't nobody better than me at dancing. I try to steer away from the 's' word. It does nothing but put me in a bad mood. »Marrisa, your outfit looks so pretty today, you literally look like an angel.« Sasha, known as Jasmine to the watchers, greets me as I enter the locker room. I look at her with a serious expression, and we both burst out laughing. »Angel of death, maybe.« »Lucifer.« she snorts and I laugh along. Coincidentally, this club has a rule that the dancers must pick flower-themed names. I could've picked my real name and no one would suspect a thing.

she laughed. "No doubt, but..." Lannie 's become flushed spread across her freckled cheeks. "It's somewhat heartfelt in its own particular manner, right? I mean those young ladies they're at the highest point of their group. 200 of the kinkiest, most wonderful ladies in the WORLD and getting compensated like it," she motioned like she generally did when she got delirious. Around them the lights of the Dublin dance club streaked, whirling hologrammatic style projected into the roof - cosmic systems and confoundingly gigantic nebulae, as though the whole ballroom was being pushed at twist speed through a heavenly vortex.

Marcellus said agitatedly before rising from his seat and turning to leave. ★★★★ After a thirty minute ride to a club downtown, Lyra reluctantly sipped the contents in her glass while she watched Angelus and Lucille make out on the dancefloor as they danced. They sat in one of the biggest clubs in the city, Lyra anxiously pulled at the strapless bodycon dress she had on complemented with an eight inched heel. She'd smeared a little bit of mascara and eyeliner on, nothing too heavy or out of the ordinary and was also pleased to have rode with the girls alone in a separate vehicle.

That surprises me but when I raise my head to look at her, I see her eyes roving around the club as though she is scanning for threats. “Angel, are you uncomfortable? Do you want to leave?” She turns to me, and smiles and I can see it is genuine despite her struggling with some mental battle. “No, we don’t need to leave, I will be fine. We came to have fun, so let’s have some fun.” Anya stands and comes over to us and I can tell she is excited. “Angel, let’s go dance, pleeeaaasee.” She drags out the please and gives Angela puppy dog eyes that have my poor girl caving instantly.

He noticed from afar the way Adela and Anissa were dancing on the dance floor. Draven had not taken his eyes off his wife for a second. It was like he was waiting for something to happen. They had all come here to celebrate the opening of the club. It was the latest club in town. It belonged to Jose. He named it after his daughter. They were patiently waiting for his parents to arrive. He wasn't sure if his brother was going to show up. Angelo always liked to keep to himself. Alfonso watched how she laughed. It was like he was asking her to dance, but she declined. He didn’t make his way to the dance floor alone though. He grabbed another girl. That was when a guy made his way to her.

Azrael opined. Nae glances at her and said, “Why? You don’t say awful things about your brothers?” Azrael said nothing. They entered a strip club, and Azrael notices that the customers were all females. She turned to a stage where a girl in thongs, wearing angel wings, is dancing on a pole. “Wow. I’m offended.” Azrael said sarcastically, Nae laughed when she caught what she means. Azrael glared when someone passed by her and bites her lips as if flirting with her. The girl was obviously still a teenager.