Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

“They all say that until I’m done with them.” I stepped onto the stage as the lights hit me. The music started slow, heavy bass. I grabbed the pole and slid down it, legs spread, eyes scanning the room. Most guys were the usual crowd. But one man sat front and center, different. Expensive watch. Sharp jaw. Dark eyes locked on me like he was studying every move. Interesting. I crawled toward him on all fours, back arched, tits bouncing with each movement. When I reached the edge of the stage, I sat back on my heels and looked straight at him.

The sight of him standing there, totally ready to blow his father’s world apart, made me feel lighter than air. I smiled even wider, tossing my head back slightly, letting him see that I was right there with him. Noah turned back to the cameras, his jaw set firm as George walked over to place a heavy hand on his shoulder, leading him and Ariana toward the main stage at the front of the hall. The big table on the stage was set up with two microphones, two leather chairs, and thick stacks of merger contracts waiting for final signatures. I took a slow breath, stepping closer to the side of the stage, my heart thumping wildly against my ribs under my ridiculous red jacket. It was time.

Kyle’s unanswered messages buzzed in my head. Ariana’s silence felt like abandonment even worse. Everything around me felt like jagged glass, sharp enough to carve the truth along my ribs. I snapped the locker shut before my thoughts could swallow me whole. If I couldn’t fix my life, I could at least control what happened on stage. Tonight, the stage would take the hit. Not me. The stage manager spotted me instantly. “Avelyn. Good. You’re here. You need a male partner tonight, the concept changed last minute.”

Her eyes scanning me from head to toe. “As I’ll ever be,” I reply, my voice more confident than I feel. She gives me a nod and gestures toward the stage. “You’re up in five. Remember, you control the room. They watch you, follow your moves. Own it.” I take a deep breath and head toward the stage. The velvet curtains part, and the spotlight blinds me for a second, but I don’t falter. The music starts—slow, sultry. I let the beat guide me, moving in time with the rhythm. My hips sway as I walk to the pole at the center of the stage. Gripping it, I spin slowly, letting the crowd get a good look.

She had delicate features and a radiant smile. After a brief and lively opening speech, a group of young students appeared on stage from various entry points amidst thunderous applause. They danced with passionate exuberance in the deafening music, greatly igniting the atmosphere of the performance. I was sitting in the waiting area on the side of the stage, waving the glow stick in my hand. I excitedly screamed with the others, but I was unable to express the joy I felt. After the dance, a senior came on stage with a bass guitar and sang a very old but explosive song, "You Are Not Alone".

"Perfect. She. I don't know what I'd do without you, Chey." "Probably get lost, or abducted. Maybe fight another thief." "I can assure you, I will never be abducted. If I can hardly tolerate myself, I expect nobody else could either." They laugh at this and rise from the bench. Mira jostled her things about until she has a free arm. She stretches, back to me, and her shirts raises high enough to show the skin and curves of her waist. I nearly forgot about Jonah until he interrupted my view. "You followed me?" He accuses.

Whatever happens with Danielle and Oliver isn’t anything I really care to pay attention to anymore. Their lives are theirs, and mine is here. Maybe they will now finally leave me alone altogether. I have enough on my plate as it is. Which, at this point, is about 80% the fact that, for the first time in four years, I’m going to be on stage. Moreover, I’m going on stage as a lead. I feel like I’ve been doing pretty well, all things considered. Or, maybe, the drama club is doing really well.

“What if I freeze? What if I get up there and all they see is someone who doesn’t belong on a stage?” Miles kissed the open line of my cleavage again, deeper this time, his tongue pushing into the line between my breasts while his hands kept their claim around my belly. The throbbing I was already feeling made my thighs press together on the stool. “They’ll see a woman who decided not to stay quiet,” he said. “That’s all a stage is, kitten. A place to stop shrinking.” I swallowed. “It still feels huge.”

He was already hazy and drunk. On the stage in the middle, there has always been vigorous singing and dancing. In such an environment, it is easy to make people enthusiastically. Riley stepped on the futile steps, pushed Alice's hand away, and walked towards the stage: "Alice, I also want to go Have fun. " "Ah, Riley ——" Alice could only keep up. Along the way, all the way, but such a choppy beauty came over, the men gave her a way out. When Alice chased down to the stage, Riley had already climbed up the stage, surrounded by a steel pipe, and slowly walked around.

I touch his mask which covers only the upper half of his face, "do they please you?" "I have eyes only for you, now pay attention." It’s easy to ignore the tone of his voice, he doesn't allow me to bask in the euphoria of his reply before redirecting his gaze to the stage, I pout and my eyes mimic his actions, focusing on the entertainment for the evening. The girl is still on the stage, this time, she is on her feet, hands tied behind her with a rope connecting to a hook on the ceiling. She is naked.