Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

Godber turned towards Liora, displaying a harmless smile. Diana breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she wasn't sure what this guy was up to. But for now, it seemed he wasn't here to cause trouble. Suddenly, a scream from the scene diverted everyone's attention. Diana turned to see Ben on the stage, holding a guitar, slowly walking up. His handsome face and clear gaze radiated charm. Dressed in a simple white shirt, devoid of elaborate decorations, he looked like a youthful boy. Surprisingly, he was the only one performing.

Maris went on, oblivious, her hands lifted to the moon like she could drag its light down and bend it to her will. “…and bless this union between Alpha and Luna, that it might be a shield against darkness…” I almost laughed. If only they knew. My hand slipped back to my side. I bowed my head a bit deeper to avoid showing the flare of triumph in my eyes. For the first time, I had reached out and changed a piece of the stage before the actors arrived. Not a big change. Not enough to save us if everything else went wrong. But enough to say: *I’m not just kneeling where you put me anymore.*

she says with a massive grin as people start playing drums and Keoni takes the stage. “WOOOOOO! KEONI!” I yell in excitement as everyone starts clapping. I watch in awe as he begins his performance with what I can only describe as a war cry. “I don’t think she’s blinked once,” Ailani chuckles a few moments later, and I realise my jaw is also hanging open. “Wow,” is all I manage to get out as I feel hypnotised by Keoni’s movements on stage. # Jordan P.O.V “Jordan? Helloooo,” Mitch says, waving his hand in front of my face.

“You only live once, right?” Darcy whooped in delight. “Damn right!” The tension, the anger, the tangled web of Pedro Montonio’s obsession, it all seemed to melt away in the heat of the moment. Aelia let herself get lost in the music, her body moving with a fluidity she didn’t even know she had. And then, the DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Who’s got the confidence to take this stage and own it?” Aelia was already moving before she had a chance to think.

Marcus followed, a grin on his face. “Inside,” Adrian said, pushing the door open. The room opened into a dimly lit lounge with a small stage at the center. Men and women in expensive clothes lounged with drinks, their eyes turning to us. To me. “Up there,” Adrian said, nodding to the stage. I froze. “Now?” “Now,” he growled, gripping my arm tighter. Marcus leaned in. “Relax. We’ve got you.” They guided me forward, my heels clicking on the wooden steps as I climbed onto the stage, Adrian and Marcus flanking me. A spotlight snapped on, blinding me.

My heart was aching, but I think that Spooky needs to grow with his decisions too, and I have to let him. "I do need your help with moving or Tristan can help me." I smiled. “I'm sure he won't mind to help.” The lights dimmed further and the low murmur of the crowd faded to stillness. Musicians began to filter onto the stage, each taking their place with an instrument in hand. The conductor walked out with grace and poise, and then... My heart stopped. Tristan stepped onto the stage.

And in almost opposition to the continued stare, he relaxes, hoping more than anything that Bo is comfortable in this moment. His worries about his partners are lessened the moment soft words break the silence. Though Bo’s voice is flat and emotionless it is still there, it is a faint confirmation that he will be okay. “Because we are the ants, and we’ll keep marching on.” And suddenly, Oscar can see the man on the stage easily more than any other moment, even the time he had taken the man to sing. Oscar is unphased by the lack of emotion in Bo’s voice, for this is what brings the image of the taller man performing a monologue and speaking words that do not belong to him to the front of his

Once I stood up and walked towards the stage, everyone were keeping their silence, I can feel that everyone were looking at me with respect and also worries, I supposed my last appearance contributed to this kind of outlook. But then again, it is fine as it commanding a focus and also respect from my people, as always, Sareen, Andrea and Elijah that were already on the stage helped me move carefully, of which I don’t really need their help but, since I am practicably still in recovery, it helps with the acts, making it looked more convincing to everyone that were watching me.

But I knew Joan and I were having so much fun. Suddenly, the music stopped and the lights went off, when it came on again, there were about five men on the stage. They were on leather pants and tight white shirts, their muscles were literally threatening to rip the shirt. “Ladies, are you ready?!”A voice sounded. “Oh, yeah!”Joan and I as well as other ladies squealed. A slow sensual song came on and the men began to move, seductively around. I had cash in my bag, ready to touch some abs at any point.

The stage had been transformed into a ritual space, a large breeding bench in the center, surrounded by spotlights and cameras. I was the main attraction. They brought me out onto the stage completely naked, collared, and chained to the breeding bench in the center. My wrists and ankles were locked in place, legs spread wide, pussy and ass fully exposed to the entire audience. The dean stepped up to the podium first. “Today we celebrate the end of the semester,” he said, his voice calm and professional. “And we thank our most dedicated student, Lila Bennett, for her… contributions to campus life.”