Dj Music Man Human Novels & Stories

Strong hands held unto my waist as I twirled around and swayed my body to the beat of the music, it may have been a while since I let loose and it felt foreign to me to be dancing in the midst of werewolves and human strangers alike. “Seems like you've been wanting to do this in a while.” the man said from behind me as he followed my movement, from the corner of my eyes I watched Cassie dance with another. The man who had come to us smelled like sandalwood and honey, my fingers moved to the back of his head as his nose nestled in the base of my neck. My eyes captured everything around me in a dusty haze and broken colors and my hips moved to the beat brushing my backside to the heat of the m

“I’ll call you later.” I hurried home for a quick shower and change, then picked up Jean-Jacques. The service had already begun when we arrived, and we ducked into the social hall and made sure that the decorations were going up, and that the caterer was preparing. We reconfirmed with Flo Rida’s people, as well as the dancers and the guy delivering the wooden dance floor. The DJ, a local rapper/graffiti artist named Kool Kelly, set up in the corner. “Sorry, dude, I forgot my CD of Jewish music,” he said, his headphones around his neck and his jeans hanging down off his ass.

When she noticed my changed in behavior she added, "I'm also completely human so I completely get the craziness that you've been going through." I laughed, "Thank God, I thought I'll be the only one." I internally wiped the sweat from my forehead. It was intimidating to know that these girls were twice as fast and had all these special powers that we didn't. Knowing that Judi was human in a way comforted me. She also laughed. "This is my Luna, Hailee." She pointed to the brunette that stood slightly behind her. She wore black high waisted shorts with a floral crop top and dark blue sandals with little hints of silver on it.

It should never hurt me to hear him with a woman. "Jolene, I have explained several times.....You are an easy fuck. A thing I use to relax and find pleasure. I don't need to explain myself to you," the monster growls, and I hear the girl make a sad, whimpering sound that makes me feel sorry for her. I hear her heels hit the floor again as she walks past my closet. But I don't hear the door to his room close. "I guess you are into humans now," she growls, and he roars.

I answered him after taking a seat in front of him. He laughed as if what I told him was a joke. "You shouldn't do that, more after finding out she's human. You know that they're different, right?" "I know, but I couldn't help myself go after her. And the next thing I realized, she was already in my hand." "The mate bond sometimes sucks, right?" He asked while pouring wine into an empty glass and then pushing it to me. It seemed like he was waiting for me coming from my frustrating effort at sleeping.

Ignoring the sounds of the night, he returned to his work, a beacon of detached focus. "Stuart," a voice beckoned from the nearby forest. Unfazed, Stuart continued his tasks, his piercing gaze unyielding. "Stuart," the voice persisted, its ethereal quality cutting through the silence. Curiosity overriding caution, he stepped out into the chilling night. "Stuart, come swiftly," the voice echoed persistently, weaving through the trees like a siren's call. Approaching the roadside, he inquired, "Did you hear someone calling me?"

DJ Marion added. I still don't know much about him. Behind his charming and cute personality, there is something hidden well at singing. He suddenly turned to us and he was so shocked when he saw me. That's why he couldn't hear us because he was wearing earphones. He walks toward in our direction but he just looked at me. "It's not yet 5 pm sir, let's have coffee," DJ Marion said suddenly. "Sure, Vienna are you okay here?" I just nodded in response to brother RJ. The three of them left the studio, Tine and I were only left here. And still, he was looking at me. It's awkward actually.

The cheering voices of the crowd as the DJ changed the music to a popular beat drifted up to the VIP room where a sturdy man dressed in a dark, tailored, expensive suit sat, the top buttons on his shirt open. His bronze strong hands cradling the bottom of a woman to his waist.

He hadn't climbed to his feet, he'd moved, impossibly fast, like lightning. The hairs on everyone's neck stood on end. His presence exuded something wicked and vile. He reeked of death, like something rotting in a sealed tomb, forgotten and cursed. The creature cocked his head. His tongue flicked out, wetting sharp, glistening fangs. His eyes never left them. "What are you?" DJ asked, stepping sideways, positioning himself better for a fight. The man's smile stretched wide. His fangs had descended fully now. "Just a damned soul," he hissed, voice as brittle as breaking bones.

Suddenly, they were shocked by something that was beyond their comprehension. The man was still standing firmly in place, rising up his right hand, which was clenched into a fist. No injuries from the bomb explosion earlier. “What the!?” “Looks like you’ve noticed it. He’s not a human. And if it’s true that he’s a devil, we have to destroy him right here and now.” “Do you bring that strange liquid with you now?” “Why?” “If so, then give some to me!” “Here, take one with you!”