Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

This was insulting! Nobody was talking, though. Everyone was staring up at Aaron. He was standing on a large wooden stage with two pillars rising at its sides. The wooden floors were covered with what looked like furs, and the pillars had been decorated with flowers, greenery, and antlers. A bar connected the two pillars at the top, and it held a massive elk skull in its center. I cringed. Maybe I’d been wrong about the town being involved in the Mafia. Maybe they were all in some bizarre cult that worshipped an ancient forest god.

"I said any length. I meant any length." The smile arrived. Cold. Private. Belonging only to this room and this moment and the version of me that existed underneath every other version. "If this is what it takes to bring him back to me—" I looked at the snake. "Then so be it." Daemon took the stage at nine. The room gathered. Glasses raised. The specific hush of a crowd orienting itself toward the person with the most gravity in the space. I stood at the edge of the stage. Watched.

I laughed, bitter and reckless, and climbed onto the stage, my heels wobbling. The spotlight hit me, and I danced, letting the rhythm take over. My arms swayed, my hips moved, and for a moment, I wasn’t Aaliyah Monroe, the orphan, the abandoned daughter, the sister who betrayed the other, the broken ex-wife or the terrified mom-to-be. I was free. When the song ended, I stumbled off the stage, breathless, my heart pounding and my vision blurred. My red stiletto heels missed a step and I swayed, about hitting either the wall or the ground.

She has the kind of voice that touches one’s soul when she performs. When shes done, people cheer. More specifically grown horny men cheer for more, chanting for one more song. “Get her off the stage,” I tell Damien. “Why? She’s killing it?” “And I’m going to kill you, Damien.” I snap, “Get Aeliana off the stage or River becomes a widow.” “Fine.” he groans, moving hastily. He gets her off the stage and leads her to the bar, a more dangerous spot than the stage was. On the stage, they couldn’t help but stare, but at the bar? Men crowd her.

There was no crime that anyone would commit that could let to such punishment as far as she was concerned. There were two hefty men who were whiping him, and they looked very dangerous and fearful, but Alvin was there. She subconsciously wiped her tears off her face and stared around, no one had noticed her presence as all their attentions were focused on the stage. She began striding towards the stage, it was just like a cage, infact it was a cage as the hefty men in it behaved like animals, they were animals. The murmuring sounds of the crowds suddenly erupted when she climbed on the stage and stood before the door of the cage as she stared at the padlock which was used in locking it.

Myself, flanked by Candy, Lolli Pops and two others, Dahlia and Lily, who I don’t know as well. My performance goes brilliantly and there are quite a few cat calls and lots of shouting and whistling, but it is Ambrose that I watch for reactions and he is very expressive. I can clearly see his inner battle debating on whether to cover me or ogle me. If it were up to him he’d have me fucking him or being fucked by him right on stage just to show everyone who gets that privilege. I have a plan and he’s going to like it, I am sure. Angel and Uncle Mateo are awaiting me as I get off stage, since Candy has to perform and I have to drink some water freshen up and get my wings on. Lolli Pops smiles

Her two partners that had been designated for her were present on stage and they had been instructed to go stark naked! Her husband and one other stranger are to display and perform on stage. The room was filled with other participant anticipating their performance it was an exhibition orgy club so public sex or going stark naked shouldn't be a surprise. The guy on stage winked at me, and without hesitation, began stripping off his suit on stage.

Widening my eyes, I declined sharply, “God, ramp walk? You must be kidding me.” “Why?” as he asked, I saw his forehead scrunching. “Even if she allows me to do that, there is no way I am going on a stage doing a cat walk. I am a person with zero talent. So I am okay being in the audience and hurting my clapping hands.” “Come on, it will be fun. You don’t even have to do that alone like in pageant shows,” he said. “What do you mean?” I knitted my brows in confusion. “If I am not doing it alone, then who is going to be with me?”

he says and I smirk. "I'm different," I whisper and stand up, going back up to the stage. Gage remains shocked in his seat but he has a grin playing on his lips.

Alora replied and walked up the stairs. ^^^ Alora’s POV I was bored beyond my mind, so I decided to play make-believe with myself, I got up on the stage with the other girls staring at me like I was stealing from them but they couldn’t do anything. I looked down at Zemia. It was quite a large stage and a lot of empty seats, with no one there except a man I just met a few days back and a couple of girls I don’t know. I am sure I would get stage fright.