Dance Central-angel Novels & Stories

Angel asked back. "I want to take you to a concert." In the past, maybe Angel didn't need to think long to give the answer "yes", but now he doesn't need to think long to say no. To him now, Calvin Klein was just an ordinary young man who was completely unattractive in his eyes. "Sorry, Calvin but I don't like crowds," answered Angel with a fake sweet smile "Then we can go watch a movie or-" "Ah, I forgot," Angel interrupted with an uncomfortable smile, "I already have an appointment with Bella. I'm sorry."

Damian smiled in response to her mother and Angel smiled slightly. Angel took the glass of champagne that was offered by her parents and followed them into the party area. She glanced around and then looked at Damian as he took a sip of his own drink. He glanced at her and lifted a brow, bringing a smile to her face. He brought his arm back around her and pulled her close to his side. “In that dress, do you still have heat?”

"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.

Angel screamed and ran to her room. ECHO CLUBHOUSE** Angel was busy dancing in front of Christian,Ryan brought Christian as usual and again they are stuck with each other. "This is so fun!!" Angel screamed,whining her waist along with the beat of the song. Christian smiled like a proud boyfriend,his eyes not leaving her body for once. Each time he catch any guy staring at her,he would touch her as if to tell them to back off. Angel stopped and breathe out tiredly,she was still smiling.

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.

chides Angel. “I-I don’t, I mean I do.. I was just curious, that’s all” I stammered as Caleb and her laughed. “Relax, he’s probably just done for the night” admits Angel who never really paid attention to the door handler as she smiles. “If you say so,” is all I say as we move to approach the elevator before beginning our long descent up. Why does Angel live on the 10th floor? Groaning all we can do is wait.

Grant arched his brow and said, “It’s not your job to take care of us.” Angel laughed and said evenly “I’ve heard that once before today.” She was in the middle of chopping an onion for whatever she had cooking on the stove when her cell rang. She snapped it up and answered “Hello, Angel speaking.” She seemed to listen more than she talked with a lot of uh huh and okays. Then she said “Okay, yea I can be there tonight.” Before hanging up at which point Grant asked, “Be where?” Angel looked up, she’d forgotten she had a security detail for a minute and said, “At Angelo’s tonight, my father wants me to have dinner with him.” Grant nodded absently and said, “You should be safe enough inside the

Castle. I should’ve looked away. I should’ve shut off the feed the second I saw Angel step onto the dance floor with that man on his arm. I should’ve turned off the security footage before it seared itself into my skull. But I didn’t. Instead, I stood there, watching from the screen in my office, fists clenched at my sides as Angel danced with that pathetic excuse of a man—touching him, groping him, moving like his body was made for someone else's hands.

🍒Angela 🍒 And as if a sudden realization hit my mind, my eyes grew big. Was this...? "C'mon Angel, I didn't plan this for myself," he spoke, leaning towards my ear, "but if you still want to stay close, we can still go back home and--"

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.