Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

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.

This was no place for a woman. The lights cut across the stage in hard white lines, and for a split second, Axl stood alone in the glow before the first note even hit. The crowd around him exploded. Something in his chest tightened. It was so intense that he lifted a hand to his chest. The noise was overwhelming, but it wasn’t the sound that unsettled him. It was the certainty that this was exactly where Axl belonged.

"Phoenix, rising from ash, fire-born, untouchable. The stagehand gave the signal. The lights dimmed, and the announcer’s voice boomed: “Ladies and gentlemen… Luna Reyes.” Applause thundered, mixed with gasps, with anticipation sharpened to a knife’s edge. Luna stepped out onto the stage, every step deliberate, the echo of her boots grounding her in the silence that followed the roar. No dancers, no elaborate staging, just her, a microphone, and a single spotlight. The theater hushed.

But on my way there, I bump into Jackson, “Hey Ava.” “Hey boss” “Change if plans, I want you on stage.” “Really?” “Yes really. Get up there now.” “But I am alone.” “I don't give a fuck get up there.” He is fighting with his damn girlfriend now he is taking it out on everyone. He knows I don't go on stage alone; it is not that I can't; it is just that I don't, especially with such a big table. I hate it cause they always try to grab you.

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

They looked a little shocked with that sincere response from an Alpha, but they all smiled and nodded. “There is no wonder why the two of you were chosen,” Pylorna said. They all dispersed within the crowd. We saw their true forms but nobody else did. It reassured us that Elle was covered no matter what. Gramps pulled Apollo, I, and Dayton up on stage where the Elders already were. The pillars of the stage had black silk loosely draped around them from top to bottom. You could clearly see the white pillar in between. Every element had really been thought about. It was stunning.

bar, as soon as they entered, they immediately saw Alina's figure on the stage. She looked radiant today, although she was only wearing a simple white sweater and black jeans, she still exuded a strange aura. On the stage, Alina held drumsticks, stomped her feet, and beat the drum. She swayed and nodded to the rhythm, and her whole body shook violently. It would be difficult for him to say he didn't see her. Although the bar had just opened, there were so many customers that Quetzal couldn't even find a seat. The music here was too crazy and passionate, and the atmosphere was so explosive that Quetzal couldn't stand it and had to leave immediately.

All the players blew the stage try to push me on the stage. Only then did I react. I pointed at myself. “Me? Is it me?” “Yes, its you! You are very lucky. Miss Paul chose you to PK her.” The staff member let me, “This way, please. Use this computer.” I looked at the enthusiastic players and realized that I couldn’t refuse. In that case, I would go and play with Rita. Mark’s POV: When Ailina stepped onto the stage, she stood with Rita. The players below exclaimed in admiration.

"You’re lying. She’s only seven, she wouldn't…" "The lights!" someone shouted. The room went dark, a single spotlight hitting the stage. Antonio walked up, the personification of power. The applause was deafening. "Tonight," Antonio’s voice boomed through the speakers, "is not just a celebration of a merger. It is a celebration of the woman who truly stood by me. The woman who whispered the right moves when the world was against me." I felt a surge of hope. Was he finally going to acknowledge me? Was he going to tell them that I was his partner? I took a step toward the stage, a smile forming on my lips.