Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

Camillie and her father took to the dance floor. Abeni felt a knot forming in her stomach as she watched Dmitry from across the room. He was laughing and talking animatedly with another woman, and it was clear that there was more to their interaction than just friendly conversation. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a figure that made Abeni feel self-conscious about her own curvy frame. As they danced together, Abeni couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry still found her beautiful or if he had already moved on.

Poseidon said as he walked into the room with all the other Gods and Goddesses from earlier following behind him "So Gabriella your name is?" Hera asks and I nod timidly Demeter rolled her eyes at Hera before approaching me and placing her thumb on my forehead showing me a glimpse of things I've never seen. I saw this beautiful girl wearing a floral dress with a floral crown and a few people bowed to her, but she quickly told them to get up and then played with some happy children. "I knew you wouldn't have a human mate," she says to Death and I start coughing "Mates?" I questioned and my head went down slightly

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

The air was thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the sound of raised voices echoed through the used alleyways. As she walked, she noticed a group of men clustered together, their eyes following her every move. She quickened her pace, feeling their eyes sinking into her back. She felt a knot in her stomach, and her heart began to race. She looked around, hoping to find a way out of the dark and scary place, but all she saw were closed shops and empty buildings.

She looks at us and I nod while shaking my head. “During the day no, it’s more dancing, burlesque and such. After eleven, that’s when all the clothes come off.” I wink at her and she grins. She purposely dances and taunts Marc, she knows what she is doing. “Move along, you’re stopping for too long, and you’re not meant to whore yourself out, no touching.” I turn to see a man standing there, his eyes fixed on Daisy dancing on Marc. His eyes slowly roam across her body. “You can’t linger, move through the tables, now.” His words are louder and I see Marc tense, Daisy pushing her hand against D as he goes to jump up.

Grace Ellinton went to her cousin's wedding for three things... champagne, cake, and the possibility of leaving before anyone dragged her into a family argument. Instead, she woke up the next morning with a diamond ring on her finger, a pounding headache, and Ethan Bramhall lying beside her. Her husband. Unfortunately, Ethan isn't just any husband. He's Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire. The man who once humiliated Grace during a career pitch and earned himself a permanent spot on her mental list of people she would happily push into traffic. Now he's refusing to annul their marriage. According to Ethan, their accidental wedding couldn't have happened at a better time. His company is fac

I looked closer, trying to make myself feel better by identifying the awful bodies of vampires we fought earlier. The white and black fabric looked like it belonged to a tux or suit. Looking closer, I studied the apparel. Vestiges of a yellow tie was hung around the body's neck like a noose. Shining, melted dress shoes were sinking into the skeleton's feet, morphed by the heat of the fire earlier. Only, I don't remember the Vampires being dressed up like this. The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party.

Was that part of the challenge? Behind the twenty female Haunt emerged twenty dancers. These women were dressed identically in red harem pants and short vests. The pants were slit at both inner and outer thigh and cuffed at the heel. As they danced with their long, silken scarves, a strange, drugging perfume wafted over the men. Reminded of Andrea’s natural, desire-producing scent, Mathin blessed the Deity for his recent exposure. Hopefully the slight immunity he’d built up would serve him in good stead now.

The sheer vibrancy and energy of the place put anything near our scenic district to shame. The crowd was lively, and the performers on stage oozed charisma, their every move electrified with confidence. One particularly bold dancer came close enough to flaunt his perfectly chiseled abs, inviting me to touch them with a cheeky smirk. My face turned scarlet. Betsy, however, burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. “Don’t be shy! You paid to get in here, didn’t you? Might as well get your money’s worth!” With her relentless encouragement, I finally reached out a trembling hand, only to feel a firm grip suddenly close around my wrist.

He said and chuckled at his own words. "Your mother is here, Christian." Belle said to me and I looked around to find her talking to my father, uncle and cousin. "Well enjoy yourselves guys, we'll surely talk again before the ceremony is over. You owe me a dance Nat." "Sure thing. Come find me when you are ready." She replied. I saluted to her and walked away with Belle's hand in my free one. My mother was dressed in silver, the stones radiating with the light making her glow like the chandelier used to decorate the halls.