Dance Central-angel Romane & Geschichten

And it seems some of those antiques went missing two days ago. “Give it to me straight,” I speak with firmness. “It seems they meet every Tuesday, same time, same place at the Bistro Bar just outside of Auckland.” He blows air out of his nose. “I witnessed her sliding over one of four Angels your mamma possessed with the gold chain and a ruby stone.” I let out a scoff that was filled with anger, rage, and wrath. The real Angel alone goes for thirty thousand dollars. All four, for a hundred thousand. “Grazie. I will-” The words fade from my lips when Selena comes barging into the room with a look of outrage engulfing her.

Despite his jaw-dropping riches, he barely touched any devices that weren't related to wealth making, but for the past few days, Doreen became oddly interested in his costly phone. “The famous masked ballet, ‘Angel’ what happened to her?” Such a husky and undeniably attractive voice belonged to none other than Doreen and as he questioned his chauffeur without even gazing at him, he curled his lips. Oh? His master has become smitten by videos of the Gracious Angel. Yes — playing on Doreen's phone screen was a video of a ballet dancer. Her moves, steps, body flow, and rhythmic twirls could captivate even the apathetic.

ANGEL Daniel worked from home now. Most days, at least. His study was all dark wood and leather, blueprints spread across a massive desk, his screens glowing with data I didn’t understand. He spent hours there, phone pressed to his ear, his voice shifting between languages I couldn’t follow. I kept finding excuses to interrupt him.

“Private dance for Mr. Mavin. He tips crazy. Don’t fuck it up.” Angel’s heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit booth. Mavin leaned back, legs spread, watching her like a wolf. “Dance for me, Angel,” he said, voice deep and commanding. She started slow, circling her hips, running her hands over her body. She turned, bent over, and shook her ass inches from his face. His scent — expensive cologne and raw man — made her pussy tingle. “Come closer,” he ordered. She straddled his lap, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants. Heat flooded between her legs. Mavin’s hands stayed on the seat, but his eyes devoured her.

The mansion is so empty during the day and glows during the night. “What are we gonna do here?” I asked. “Imagine we are in a ball and we are dancing to a music,” Angelo said. Suddenly a music played on the background like it’s for real. It’s weird that I watched at every corner of the room to find the music. “You can hear it,” he said clicking his hand and in one blink the place turned into a huge space with dominance of gold color. “Did you do this?” I asked confused still frozen with my feet.

Sara grinned, patting Zanier’s back gently. Max nodded. “Yeah, it’s fine dude. Just go have a good time, we got this.” A gentle cough could be heard from behind them and standing on the stairs above them was Angel, wearing a beautiful lilac sundress, her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders and her ash blue eyes looking at him shyly, brushing away non existent dust from her dress. Dmitri felt the heat his cheeks spread across his face, his stomach seemed to drop and his throat nearly closed up as he was graced with her beauty. “H-how do I look?”

Everything seemed wonderful, the flashing colored lights added to the scenery. Swaying my hips to the music, I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist and pulled me in for a dance, I didn't mind as I went with the flow. The noise and cheering of people in the room and the loud music caused Angel, who was occupied with his acquaintances, to wonder what was happening. The party was dull, so what was happening, “Could there be some entertainment at the last minute?” Angel asked curiously as he glanced around, trying to see why the people had gathered around the dance floor.

Opening up a dimensional hole would take more time, not to mention more energy and the last thing we have is time and the last thing I want to do is to alert every Watcher in the vicinity that I'm here. And in Rome, it's practically teeming with those bastards.' 'Why?' I asked. 'Is it because of the Vatican?' 'Ah, connecting the dots, are we?' He smiled and shoved in another forkful of food before continuing, wiping over his mouth as he swallowed. 'If you want to talk about the epicentre of Angel activity on Earth, then right now, we're in it. Slap bang in the middle of the Divine Council's Grand Central Station.'