Dance Central-angel Novels & Stories

Even just to say good morning, ask if she has eaten, or also sometimes give information about what he is doing. However, now it was different, there was not a single message from Dave to her. Is Dave that busy? Angel was tempted to call Dave, but she was afraid that she might disturb him who was in the middle of an important meeting. Angel sadly took a deep breath. She had to get out of this house, or she would go crazy. She quickly changed her clothes, grabbed her bag and called a taxi. “Moon Cafe,” she muttered, mentioning the place where Angel usually spends her afternoons there. A cup of warm green tea might help relieve the anxiety.

Though by human standards he appeared to be only in his fifties, Angel could guess that he was at least two hundred, and all he wanted was what he ever came into the Silver Moon Bar for, a couple of honeydew cocktails and some quiet conversation. Angel was always happy to give him that because he was one of the few people in Silverdale who actually treated her like a person. Gritting her teeth, her shoulders tensed, Angela knew she couldn't simply let the noise slide. Her boss would have her hide if it got back to him.

” I chuckle, “I texted him last night. I told him about the gig and that Angel says to stop in and visit next time that he’s around.” “What gig is this?” Abulita asks “And what about sneaking around and hiding?” “Abulita, that was back in Atlanta when Cassie and I would sneak out to go dancing and I used a fake ID to get a job at a drag club. This time it is legit, no fake ID needed. Cade, or his drag counterpart Ms Candy will be my mentor and Uncle Mateo’s friend Angel owns the club.” “Ay Dios Mio! Angel Alvarez? That boy! He and your Uncle…never mind!” Abulita’s eyes go wide then she rolls them while shaking her head.

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.

' Teddy said. 'Oh, hello Teddy, how are you?' Angel's face radiated the pure charm he had cultivated during those years spent pleasing the wealthy art and antique lovers of Paris. He lived by his love of making money through 'the deal'. Air kisses rushed past Teddy’s cheeks with such force that the scarf hanging from his neck wafted off his shoulders. 'Oh, you know, so-so.' 'Yes, I must tell you,' Angel said as he leant in towards him, 'it's a little ‘ard you know. These people, they don't understand furnitures or art!'

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

He looked almost like he had been petrified in stone. Karl enthusiastically introduced me. "Dad, this is my girlfriend and your future daughter-in-law. She's beautiful and adorable, isn't she? "Her name's Lindsey Hawthorn. We were classmates back in the day. "Babe, this is my dad, Eric Buckley. He's a total beast at making money, and one day, it'll all be ours!" he finished off with a laugh.

he laughed, "except for Eric and Romero. But everyone else is grown up, so try to pretend." Angel frowned. "What time?" Alex had already walked away, but he yelled. "In about an hour." Angel glanced at the clock. It was already close to nine. He had just worked out and showered. He was looking forward to a quiet night of shooting some pool and calling it an early one—not a damn party. By the time he got downstairs, the kitchen counters had been transformed into a minibar. The music was blasting, and Romero was already there with a beer in his hand.

I thank him, and he pecks my cheek before setting me down. "Just wait, Angel. We haven't even started yet." he grins happily. "How about a drink to start?" Crimson asks with a grin, coming over with two glasses in her hand. "That's perfect, thank you!" I smile as she passes me one. "Hit the music!" Salem calls out, and suddenly music begins to blare out from different speakers around the room. "Bottoms up, Kitten!" Crimson cheers and we both slam back our drinks before giggling. "That tastes amazing!" I exclaim.