Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

Amethyst eyes side-eyed me with a sly little smirk on her lips, clearly having caught onto my inner turmoil of sexual frustration. “They’re ready out there,” Apollo told us. “You guys have got this.” I clapped him on the back, steadied myself, and walked with Ziyah onto the stage. Kade and Dante flanked us. There were hundreds in attendance today. Others were linked into the livestream.

She says nothing, just scoffs with a disgusted look on her face and turns back toward the front. “Ahem,” a male voice sounds from the back of the aisle. For some reason, it’s loud enough to cause the whole auction house to fall quiet. I look over my shoulder at the source of the voice to see that it’s Al. He’s wearing his same tweed suit and brown bow tie as he hobbles on his cane down the narrow aisle to the stage. Everyone watches patiently and quietly as he takes his time, which feels like forever. When he finally makes it to the stage, he leans on a security guard for support so he can step up onto the platform and then takes his place behind the podium. There is no microphone, but I qui

Alyssa couldn't help but sit up straight, her heart pounding as she fixed her gaze on the stage. Miley instantly picked up on the change in Alyssa's behavior as they were seated next to each other. The look in her eyes deepened. All eyes in the room shifted from Jameson to the stage. Underneath the stage, Newton gleefully patted Jonah and Victor, who were seated beside him. "Heh heh! It's time for my grandson's gift!"

"Let's go show them what we actually sound like." They walked out from the backstage shadows together, stepping past the heavy velvet curtains and into the dim, amber glow of the theater lights. The audience murmured in appreciation as they took their positions on the sparse wooden set. There were no handlers standing in the wings with clipboards, no agents whispering threats in their ears, and no scripts written by corporate boardrooms. Standing center stage, facing the lights with his hand firmly locked in Leo’s, Julian looked out into the darkened house. For the first time in his life, the script was entirely his own.

KIARA I closed my eyes as Alejandro made his way onto the stage. The way he walked, the confidence and swagger, and his 'I don’t give a shit' attitude made my stomach flutter crazily. Oh Goddess… this was it… I had to stay strong. It seemed I didn’t have as much effect on him as he had on me. Stay strong, Kia… I tried to push away the suffocating pain that was growing in my chest. The elder wolf – Allen - began speaking. I cast my gaze down, unable to look at the couple on stage.

Ronan growled through clenched teeth. One corner of Alexa’s brow arched. “Humiliate you?” “You humiliated yourself, Ronan!” Her eyes sharpened like blades. Ronan reached out, but before his fingers could touch Alexa’s arm, she had already stepped away from him. His legs faltered, and he stumbled, falling hard onto the altar stage. Bugh! The sound of Ronan’s body hitting the stage echoed throughout the room, just as the video stopped playing. All attention shifted to the altar.

"Penelope, you are up. Do not mess up the sequence." I did not look at him. I did not look at the map on the wall. I stepped through the heavy velvet curtains and onto the main stage. The arena was a black void. The digital stardust path did not turn on for me. There were no flashy lights. No pre-recorded wolf howls. I walked out into the absolute dark. I did not dance. I did not rush. I simply walked. One step. My leather boot clicked against the stone altar. Two steps. The indigo silk brushed against my calves with a sound like rushing wind.

She smiled at me with a gleam in her eye. “Yes, that’s right.” I nodded and started to walk toward the stage. “Girl, you need to tell me about all of your talents,” Cora said as she squeezed my arm. “Break a leg.” I prayed that I would break a leg on my way to the stage. Prayed that there was a cord or something that I would trip over and it would snap my leg in two. I would deal with traction just to get out of this. As I surveyed the ground, nothing was in my way from here until the stage, which was only raised a foot off the ground.

She has to die. Alina's sobbing sounds jab me out of my thoughts and I look up to see her being shoved forward on the stage, both hands and feet bound in chains like the criminal she is. This is the first time in my life I'm seeing Alina in such a dishevelled state. Ronald, who's standing on the stage with her, looks at her and clears his throat. “Any last words?” He asks calmly, quietly and Alina turns to the crowd. The entire atmosphere goes dead silent. My eyes never leave her face. She doesn't look like she's going to talk anytime soon so I drown myself in my thoughts again.

I don’t look into the crowd but above their heads. At the signal, the hall goes deathly still and Calum falls out. Holding the wand, he motions for us to start and we go off in harmony. Our voices carry to heaven and I hope Mum is watching, that she sees me and is proud of me. We finish the first and second song. I’m unable to tell how well we’re doing with Calum’s closed off look. When it’s time for me to sing the solo, he bows and walks out of the stage. I expected it but his absence sucks some of my confidence. My knees lock, I stumble to the middle of the stage.