Dj Music Man Human Novels & Stories

Daniella's body was slick with sweat as a result of all the twisting and turning she had done. "Hey baby." a voice said. Daniella looked towards the direction of the voice and discovered it was a man, a very handsome man at that. His jet black hair shone even in the dim lights of the club. He grabbed Daniella's waist, drawing her closer to his chest. Daniella sniffed his scent and discovered that he was indeed human. It was easier to deal with them than men of her kind. They could easily forget all about her when the deed was done.

And then the statement became a song for him and soon enough I joined in and we danced around the room for a few minutes. It was noon and I hadn’t gotten a call from her, she hadn’t returned my calls either and I could feel worry hovering around my chest. I picked up my phone and dialled her number again. It rang but there was no response. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong. I mind-linked Tarrell immediately, I needed him to find what the problem was. “What’s up Happy Man?” He said while still running. “She is not responding to my calls and messages. Do you know anything?” I asked.

But I wasn't listening. Because Jana was laughing softly at something someone said, someone who was not me. A man I barely recognized from the finance department stood with her, too close. A glass of wine in one hand. Gesturing. Confident in a way I hadn't seen from him before. Jana tilted her head slightly. Engaged. Aloof. And then, he offered a hand. An invitation. The first notes of a dance song spilled into the marble like silk on a sharp blade. She hesitated. Just for a heartbeat. Then placed her hand into his. I didn't move.

I started being a DJ here when I was still fifteen, and the people love me and my music. My name is Claire Daven Lawrence, but I don't honor my second name because it was from my stupid a**hole of a father. And my stage name is DJ XCeed. "Uh, okay. That will be fine, Shay. You know, if the right time will come, that real and true love of yours will be the one to come to you. You don't have to rush." I told her while rubbing her back.

The steak fell on the the white tiles, staining them with sauce. "Crap! I'm so screwed!" The man cursed, quickly getting on his knees to clean up the mess. I opened my mouth to apologize but paused, the voice seeming a bit too familiar. I looked down at the man, his black hair falling over his face as his picked up shards of glass. He was only in black pants, not wearing anything on his upper body. Around his neck was a black collar that was boldly engraved with red jewels. Sapphire's pet Sapphire has a... Pet? Another person is her pet?

The man we just met was Alexander's worst enemy? How dangerous was he? Because if he stood as a threat to Alexander, he was definitely dangerous. I said nothing else as I walked quietly with him to the dance floor. As I rested my hand on Alexander's shoulder, his warm fingers wrapped around my waist, drawing me into the rhythm of the waltz. The music swelled, and we moved as one, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony. The glittering chandeliers above cast a dazzling glow. I tried focusing my gaze on the chandeliers instead of his eyes.

DJ automatically extended his arm for a handshake and smiled widely, but Adam didn't reciprocate. Her boss examined DJ as if he thought that there were a bunch of germs that would transfer to his hand if he shook hands with DJ. He retracted his own hand and wiped it on his pants before smiling at him hesitantly. Her master just nodded slightly while still looking at her childhood friend. It was almost an imperceptible nod. The man was very reserved. In his smile, in his nod, he was saving a lot. He was wealthy, but frugal? What could he be saving? Women?

so masculine and beautiful, it felt so good against my skin as he trailed his hands up my throat, I could feel myself get wet and he smirk, like he knew, but that was impossible, right? There was a sound that rumbled from his chest when I went a little closer and I could feel him hardened against me, I thought that sounded like a something an animal would make, but his hands on my waist rocking me against him couldn’t let me think about that, never have I wanted a man like I wanted him now, this was going far beyond a lap dance, his hands trailing up my thighs, to my wettness expertly like he had already memorized ever single inch of me as soon as his hands found my wetness he made that soun