Dance To The Distortion Novels & Stories

It was like he wanted to devour me on the spot and the goosebumps on my skin showed how much his fiery look was making me a puddle of wrecked nerves beneath the mask I wore. I began to dance as 'Closer by Nine Inch Nails' played. I watched him take his first sip of the champagne in hand as he watched me closely and I released a shaky breath while swaying my hips and touching myself to entertain him. Never did I think I would be strip dancing for Dax Kellen while planning his downfall as payback for what he did to me but here I was. Life was crazy with its sudden twists and turns. Releasing a short breath, I grabbed the pole before me and swirled up around it then I let go and twirled down in

Lights strobe red and gold across sweaty bodies, and I melt into the chaos. The beat grips me like a vice. I start to dance. My hips move slow, then faster. My dress clings to my damp skin, rising with every twist. My body becomes part of the music, and for a moment, I almost forget. Each sway feels like rebellion. Each step like a fuck-you to the man who shattered me. I close my eyes. I pretend I'm someone else. Someone who didn't beg for his love. Someone who didn't mistake pain for passion. Someone who didn't fall for the monster behind the pretty mask.

She chuckled. And upon seeing that the clock had struck 6 p.m, we started getting dressed. Slightly applied make up, and hit the sidewalk. We headed to one of the biggest dance halls in school, that always held functions as big as the bash. The music was on full blast. And as soon as one entered, they could see the snack platters and drinks assembled on the long table. "It's going to be a long night," I yelled at Abby, who only decided to simply nod than yell back a response. As the music was at a deafening level.

The window in the unused dorm room was my ticket to freedom, just like it had been for so many others. The club was a blur of strobing lights and pounding bass. It swallowed me whole, wrapping me in its beaming lights. Drinks blurred one into the next, the burn of alcohol was as good as a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest. I danced like I was chasing some invisible high, each movement pulling me further away from reality. At some point, a guy—a stranger with a devilish grin—caught my attention. I don’t remember his name. I don’t think I even asked.

I was having the best time of my life. I was dancing to the music, Disturbia by Rihanna as I was being held by a guy that I don’t even know. He looked cute though with his black hair and grey eyes. It was enticing and I think I don’t want to know him. It was all mysterious and I loved it. While I was having fun when he was roaming my body with his hands, I heard that someone was screaming but I don’t know at whom they were screaming it. Not that I cared.

We will find you, Sage. Darius clears his throat and claps his hands. “It seems we have a lot to celebrate tonight! Let’s crank up the music! Let’s dance and eat!” Everyone cheers again and ACDC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” starts blaring over the loudspeakers. The dance floor is instantly filled with dancing pack members. Darius pulls me into the middle and begins spinning me and dancing with his body pressed so firmly against mine. I feel my stomach flutter again. I ignore it, knowing it must be from the abundance of joy I’m feeling tonight.

But she felt like they truly accepted her because they thought of her as one of their own. The bouncer smiled at Charlotte and let all of them pass through. He opened the big black door to let them in, and the music got tenfolds louder. The instrumental of the song Stereo Love was playing, but a heavily remixed version that anyone would be crazy to not dance at in an exclusive club in Italy. When you're gonna stop breaking my heart I don't wanna be another one Paying for the things I never done Don't let go, don't let go To my love

“Sensual but mysterious. I want to make Derek drool.” “He’s going to drool anyway.” “He is. But I want him to drool more.” She selected a song. “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak began to play. “This one. Classic. Timeless. Perfect for a dance that says ‘I want you, but you’re not going to have me easily.’” “Good choice.” “And you?” I thought about Mortyss. About the control training. About the promise I had made to master my energy while dancing.

One drink quickly turns in to a few more and soon the combination of those and the wine from Poseidon's have me in a very floaty happy state. "Let's dance!" I giggle, turning on a large stereo and blasting the music on it. I make my way around, pulling each one of them up to dance to the beat, with only Damien being stubborn and refusing to join in. "Come on, Damien. For one night step out of your comfort zone and dance with us." I plead, as I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. "I don't dance." he simply retorts, making me roll my eyes.

I've been high on the aphrodisiac that is Huxley all day. This afternoon we did our relationship dance, where each of us toyed with the idea of becoming more but pulled back at the last moment. Tonight, working in the club, our dance has been different. Noah set up strobe lights on the stage today to make a dizzying effect for the hard rock bands playing. The lights flicker and the music pounds in my soul. Huxley's body moved stiffly at first, not ready to give in to the beat, but now an hour later our bodies flow together to the music as his hands explore a small section of exposed skin at the top of my pants. I raise my hands and wrap around his neck backward.