Dance Central-angel Novels & Stories

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

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.

“The day after tomorrow.” My heart skipped. So soon. Japheth hadn’t told me yet. Was he planning to? Or was he waiting for the right moment? I smiled to myself. If he wanted to call me into his bedroom just to tell me the date, I wouldn’t complain. Not even a little. “You should get prepared,” Angel wrote. “And get me prepared too.” I nodded. Packing her things was my responsibility. As I left her room, I wondered if I should ask my assistant to help. It would be easier, but part of me wanted to do it myself.

That was most definitely true. “So, you’re the angel who volunteered to help our dearest grandmother?” Anelia swallowed her food, before looking at Dave. Angel? She was definitely no angel and she did not exactly volunteer to work for Mrs Hally. Her eyes skittered over to Dexter, who sat back watching in silence, for a second before settling back on Dave. “Uh, I wouldn’t really call myself an angel but yeah I’ve been helping her out which I guess I won’t be doing anymore, considering she has now moved to her home.”

Yup" Casie: "Guys what is angel nights?" Eva: "It's the annual event in the kingdom where all angels gather and dance all night and all are dressed at their best. " Casie: "Wow. Is there any special dance form?' Sam; "Yes there is and You will get trained for it tomorrow. Now let's have a look at the outfits." Casie: "Sam this is girls boutique. Why you need a girl outfit?" Sam: "For you"

Gerand and Rhesalyn blushed faintly. "Well since Mhadz is not in town I need a place to eat dinner" Gerand explained. "Yea right" angel said sarcastically. "Let's go Gerand" Rhesalyn said pushing him. "Bye Angel" they said in unison. Darlene and Mush remained in the room afterwards. "How was your day Angel" Mush asked. "It was fine; zhul's parents are really nice." angel answered. "They are, Mrs.Alexis is always smiling and Mr.Alexis is always so hyper" Darlene said.

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.

There was line dancing in the center of the room. Angel was out there. She had on a gray tank top, cowboy boots, and denim shorts. If her shorts were any shorter, you could see her who-ha! “I see my friends over there. They have a table.” Matt pointed out. “Hey guys! Chey this is Chance. Chance, this is Chey my girlfriend.” Matt introduced. “Nice to meet you ma'am.” Chance replied. “Nice to meet you too.” Chey replied.

Without saying a word, Cassian turned and walked away, leaving Hailey standing alone in the center of the floor, the echoes of their intense dance lingering in the air. Hailey, her anger boiling, walked away from the dance floor, leaving the hall in a huff. Caleb, who had observed the entire scene, rubbed his forehead in concern. Cassian’s anger was evident, and Caleb knew that it likely stemmed from something Hailey had said, sparking the tension between them.

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?"