Rika D4dj Novels & Stories

The front row recorded and photographed the guest DJ as she stepped into the arena. As usual, DJ Candy was only wearing a bra or something to cover her big breasts. While at the bottom, she only wore short jeans. She was not alone, but with four dancers. "How are you Surabaya?" greeted DJ Candy while starting to nod her head to the rhythm of the music. Even though she only moved her head, her breasts also trembled. "Yeah!" shouted Kacey. Then, DJ Candy started dancing erotically to the beat of the digital music with four other dancers. To my knowledge, that was how she characterized her opening show - heating up the atmosphere with her sexy dance.

“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.

He reclined his head and shoulders and started floating effortlessly on the surface, spread out like a starfish and unbothered by the gentle waves. “Dragonkist?” Aki echoed, searching inwardly. The word rang a bell but she couldn’t remember when and where she had first heard it. Temujin’s face grew dark. He remembered his vision / dream in the Sauna Lodge. “Dragonkist means ‘dragon king’ in Split Tongue,” Sasha explained, without looking at his friends. “There were four of them during the Days of Dragon. One for each cardinal direction and season. All the other dragons could be slain. All except the Dragon God Kuzuryū himself and his four kings, who were true immortals.

She’s a good dancer, if I may say, and the DJ is indeed hot. "Her name is Rov Kang. She's an international DJ, and she just got here last month. Just taking some time here before she goes back to the US," Nicole answered coolly and drank from her beer. I can tell she's a party person with the way she nods with the folks that walk by. I'm sure she's a regular here. "That's cool," I said.

I said as I stood up and moved to the dining room table where we could all sit down. “I thought as much when she spent the night,” Slade said as he sat down. “My parents are human,” Dani said. I wasn’t sure what reaction she was expecting but nobody gasped or looked surprised. It was rare but not that uncommon. “Rick said that the Alpha would kill my parents if they ever found out what I really am, he called me an Omega. He gives me this mix to drink every second Friday to hide my scent from others,” she said. “Son of a bitch,” Sam said.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

Red is just mine and mine alone. I finally looked at the one who spoke, and it's just Red. Hold on a second, IT'S RED? She's freaking here! Gosh, what should I do? Then I stared at her, and she was avoiding my gaze. She's wearing a white fitted t-shirt that has DJ XCeed printed inside her black leather jacket, skin-tight tattered jeans, and matched with a sneaker. So, she's a DJ? Well, of course, I saw her earlier and heard her sing for me. Geez, I can't help but blush at the memory. She gave me a flying kiss. But damn, she has a freaking girlfriend, and she is right there outside.

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett