Romans & histoires Dance In The Shadows

My forehead drops against the screen for a second before I force myself to look again at the crowd below. Kade works the bottle in and out with steady, controlled thrusts. He twists it slightly on every inward push so that I feel every cool ridge of the glass against my walls. The dual sensation of being filled by something so foreign while watching the oblivious people dancing beneath us makes my head spin. Soft, broken sounds keep leaving my mouth no matter how hard I try to stay quiet. My thighs are already trembling. “You’re taking it so well,” he says, voice low and rough against my ear. “A whole bottle while strangers dance right underneath you. Look at them, Shadow. Does it make you f

"Dad, you made a pinky promise—you'd never split me and Elaine up. If Elaine can't come with me to the big ceremony, then count me out." James's bold stance said it all—Malcolm was totally wrapped around his finger. Malcolm paused, then turned to me with a look that was all apologies. "James is still new here and without any friends. I'm worried he'll get spooked. Let's just say yes to Elaine tagging along, okay?" He seemed worried I would get the wrong idea, so he quickly said, "However, just so we're clear, you're my Luna, the star of the ceremony, and that's set in stone."

It wasn't a house, it seemed more like an abandoned building that had a once in two weeks cleaner. But once we slipped those wrist bands on and passed through the metal door... It was a while different vibe. It smelled like weed and vape and cocktails all at once. Disco lights. Bodies. Half naked bodies. Fully nude dancers. It looked like sooner or later a fight would occur and the police would come and drag our asses out of here. I was still in a daze when someone crashed into me, her drink splashing straight onto my shirt. “Shit.” I looked down at myself, then back up at her. She looked genuinely guilty.

he says sharply. His thumb presses against my jaw. His forehead nearly touching mine again. “Don’t let it pull you.” The shadow thickens around us. The air grows heavy. Breathless. The duplicate steps closer too. All three of us standing in a tightening circle of darkness. “You cannot let desire consume structure,” she says urgently. “And you cannot sever it,” I fire back. The shadow lashes again And this time it doesn’t strike the ground. It wraps around Dylan’s arm. He grunts sharply.

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

“Just tell me why you’re here. Please.” I don’t expect him to step forward the way he does. My heart skips a beat, and I step back a few times while I ask myself what I’m doing. The man steps out of the shadows, tall and broad, his presence swallowing the space between us. He’s clad in dark clothes—black, from his boots to the long coat that flutters slightly with the breeze. The fabric is heavy, almost swallowing the light, but it moves like it’s part of him, like it carries a quiet power. His hands rest at his sides, gloved, as if he’s always ready to strike.

~^~ "He was one of my closest friends. Shall I have this dance? For him?" James asks as he puts out his hand. Pleasantly, I danced with him and it almost felt as if he was trying to sober me back up before someone else asked for a dance. Dance after dance and my feet were getting sore. Many of Archer's friends seemed to somehow have 'taken a

As it turned out, Willow was just a shield for Sierra, taking the brunt of Roy’s mother’s rage if any, and the thought of it made Willow chuckle silently. After seeing his mother off, Roy returned to the venue and headed straight to Sierra. Sierra wore a bluish dress, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. She looked timid, her eyes darting around curiously. Roy stared at her, his emotions hiding behind his eyes. Sierra bumped into a passing server with a tray in hand. As the tray tipped over, Roy snatched her waist and pulled her to safety. The smashed and shattered wine glasses caught everybody’s attention.

The room, with its opulent décor, seemed to shimmer with the anticipation of a dance that defied expectations. She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but he held on, determined to convince her. Laughter and music intertwined, filling the air with a festive vibe. The dance floor beckoned, a space where stories unfolded in the rhythm of shared steps. When her attempts to escape proved futile, Eleanor decided to employ a different tactic. She feigned pain, her eyes narrowing as she bent down to clutch her foot. The room, with its subtle lighting and swirling patterns on the dance floor, bore witness to this orchestrated drama.

The assistant, clad in a dark suit and sporting dark shades, placed a coffee order on his behalf as they settled in. As Caitlin approached to serve him, the handsome young man glanced up and found himself immediately struck by her natural beauty. Unable to tear his gaze away, he was entranced by her allure, his admiration quickly turning into a more carnal desire. Consumed by a lustful yearning to possess her as he had with other women, he instructed his assistant, Darian, to gather information about her.