Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

She was going to walk on the stage alone when someone called from the back. "Hey-..." Someone said and she caught a hold of the person's hand. "Thank god, you came! Now let's go! We don't have much time!" She said without looking at him and pulled him on the stage with her. "Hey! No! Wait!" The person said to stop but it was already late and they were on the stage with hundreds of eyes looking at them.

“No, you don’t. You’re soaking just thinking about all those eyes on you.” The lights in the hall dimmed. A single spotlight hit the stage. It was time. Two senior students, Cassandra and another tall brunette named Mara led Riley out onto the stage. The moment she appeared, applause and murmurs of appreciation rippled through the crowd. Riley’s face burned with shame as they walked her to the center, every step making the crotch rope rub teasingly against her clit.

“Collaboration? We’ll see.” The arrogance in his tone was impossible to miss, making Alpha Keith’s forced smile falter. The entire family stood awkwardly, their pride trampled. Alpha Keith cleared his throat quickly. “To ease the mood, Aurora kindly join us on stage.” No one said anything right away, and though I felt the reluctance in the room, I stepped forward. The stage lights were bright as I climbed the steps. My shoes echoed on the polished floor. I moved toward the center where Alpha Frank and Luna Melissa stood, but the moment I tried to stand close to them, their bodies stiffened.

“The bastard in your belly? I swear Ronan is somewhere in the crowd and if you…” “No.” I cut her off in the blink of an eye, my desperation bleeding through. “No, no. I'll do it. I'm going.” I closed my eyes for one breath, one broken, terrified breath, then I stepped onto the stage. The room erupted with cheers, but for the life of me, I couldn't hear anything. I knew I was probably shooting myself in the leg, but I couldn't help but seek out Ronan. Maybe, just maybe, he was going to ignore all that had happened between us and swoop in to save me from all of this.

Her heart raced, knowing it got new every time she performed. Immediately, sexy music played…the crowd cheered and men whistled. She took the stage, this time she was alone. The bright lights flashed beautifully when she spotted someone standing close to the stage. She wasn't a fool not to know who the man was, despite him having a mask on. Shani knew it was him “Sex master,” she whispered in delight and whipped her hair and tugged at her trousers teasing her to strip. The men screamed yes, but she was now excited and energized to put on her best performance.

A wall of LED screens that would probably show dramatic close ups and fake constellations and maybe, if the universe had a sense of humour, a giant animated neon atlas like the band’s name suggested. I could admit it: whoever designed their shows knew what they were doing. “Quinn,” Sienna said suddenly, eyes wide. “What if they pick someone from the audience to come up on stage.” “I will literally glue myself to this chair,” I said. “What if they pick you?” “They won’t,” I said. “I have ‘please do not perceive me’ written on my forehead.” Sienna’s gaze flicked over my face. “Yeah, you kind of do.”

“So technically not alone. But still lonely.” I turned away from him, letting the music pull me. “Maybe I don’t want to talk. Maybe I just want to feel.” Before I could overthink it, I walked toward the stage where the DJ’s lights flashed and the beat was strongest. A few people were already dancing, but I climbed onto the platform, the spirit and anger giving me courage I didn’t know I had. From the stage, my eyes caught Adrian’s. He was leaning back at the bar, his gaze locked on me, a slow smile spreading across his face. He lifted his glass in a silent toast.

This was my stage. *********

Of course, it was Andrew—Johnny’s most annoying cousin. “Confidence is key. Own it!” Roxy hissed, then killed the lights and shoved me through the curtain. “Go! Go!” “Roxy!” I whisper-yelled, but he just waved a warning finger and yanked the curtain shut behind me. And now I was standing in the on a makeshift stage. Alone. Then the music started. Oh no. Not just any music—a sensual, sin-drenched beat that could get someone pregnant just from listening. “You can do this,” I whispered to myself. “For the money. For a new life.”

When Monica led them toward the stage, she hung back a bit so she wouldn’t have to listen to the woman or smell her expensive perfume. Once they were up front, she said, “You guys will set up right here. As you can see, the stage is split into two sides, fire and ice. You will be on the fire side.” “What does that entail exactly?” Griffin asked. They all wanted to know. This part, Bree tuned in to. “Oh, just the decorations on each side of the stage, I guess,” Monica said. “What are the pipes for?” Zach’s voice was louder than usual, and Bree was surprised to hear him speak up. It was rare for him to speak to people he didn’t know at all, so he must’ve had some sort of concerns about the pip