Dance Of Theives Novels & Stories

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

Nothing except her. The auction room was packed with men, their faces hidden in the dim gloom. They clapped and cheered as different girls were brought onto the stage, each one a sacrificial offering to their base desires. The auctioneer's voice echoed through the space, a frightening chant that punctuated the filthy spectacle. The men raised their tags, their laughter mingling with the cries of the girls, creating a roar of misery and greed.

I didn't know what exactly they had discussed about me but I stood there as the decoration wife I was meant to be. "You are truly a Belle." Nick said and turned to introduce the lady beside him, who gave Christian a peck immediately she saw him. "This is Natasha, Belle." He introduced her. "My wife." I nodded at the very tall woman and she acknowledged me too. "It's very nice to meet you Belle." She said. "We've surely heard a lot about you." I smiled, wondering what exactly Christian had said to them about me. After a few more conversations, Nick dragged his laughing wife to the dance floor and I wondered if their marriage was also a fake like mine. If they were only being actors too on a s

, he said, showing off his braced teeth Misty was tall and rather thin with an assuming mustache on the top of his upper lip. Avila forced a smile, even though she knew it was all a facade. Misty didn't care about her, or any of the other dancers. He only cared about the money they brought in. "Thanks, Misty," said Avila, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Startled by her reaction, I cracked up as well. After a wonderful meal and bath, I slipped out of my chambers, legs itching for a walk, or so I lied to myself. It wasn't until I caught myself peeking from the side of the wall and into the GreatHall where men and women danced to the slow orchestra that I knew I wanted to see him. I sighted him, dancing with a brunette. Clad in a crimson jacket threaded with gold, his black shirt poked out from beneath both his sleeves that brushed against the brunette's waist. His shoulder length hair was slicked back neatly, not even a strand of his curls was out of place. I spied the rest as well. Morph, Vivi, Nyx, Tristan, Priam, Bren and Eliana. All clad

She understood the assignment and earned extra credit without being asked. Across the room, Leander and Caspian are watching us with the expressions of men who are unhappy about what they are seeing but have been told by my father not to interfere with my enjoyment tonight. Leander has his arms crossed. Caspian has his jaw set. They communicate whole conversations through eye contact and muscle tension alone, and I find it both touching and very funny. But underneath the dancing and the gold-lit room and Amara's infectious energy and the tequila doing dependable work on every sharp edge of my awareness, something else is sitting. Something quiet and heavy that I am working very hard to drown

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

It was the only thing that made me blink and lose focus maintaining the barrier as two silver arms wrapped around my lower waist as two more snaked their way under my arms and across my breasts up to my shoulders and held me against a solid but soft ripped elongated torso filled with muscle as every move was calculated as he grunted to get up which was the only sound that was made within the silent chaos. Nine Distorted heads whipped into our direction as their oval eyes shown Red with Orange shading each pair had a different pattern in them and different shades or the two colors with Silver Iris in the center and Red and Orange flames danced and glowed in all their eyes. *Snap* A sound, lik

"And to you finally letting loose!" Our VIP platform gave us an unobstructed view as the first dancers took the stage. "Ladies, are we having fun yet?" The tallest dancer, his dark skin gleaming under the lights, worked the edge of the stage. His hips moved in ways that should probably be illegal in several states. "God yes," Scarlett breathed, slipping a fifty into his waistband. He rewarded her with a wink and a body roll that had the whole crowd screaming. The music shifted to something slower, more seductive. Three new dancers emerged. The one in the middle - built like a Greek god with honey-colored hair - locked eyes with me as he loosened his tie.

I had screamed and begged, yet no one came to my aid. A massive wave hit, and the impact dislocated my arm. My limb hung at a twisted angle, blood dripping from my wrist onto the yacht's exterior. My cries grew weaker until I fell completely silent. Zachary abruptly shut off the footage. Color drained from his face as he kept muttering to himself, "This is fake, right? It has to be fake…" His voice wavered, stripped of its usual confidence. Trembling uncontrollably, he quavered in disbelief, "How could this happen? Sierra was a top-tier diver! How could she just die like that?"