Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Expensive cigar smoke filled the air, thick and acrid, curling up toward the crystal chandeliers. But when I entered, every one stiffened. The music kept playing. The slot machines kept whirring. But the people, the gamblers and the whores and the dealers and the servers, they all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me. The men at the bar set down their drinks. The women on the couches sat up straighter. The card players at the tables froze with their hands half-raised. They adjusted subconsciously. They shifted in their seats. They straightened their clothes and smoothed their hair and looked down at the floor because they could not hold my gaze. The Devil had walked into the

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

Nathaniel clears his throat as he ruffles his hair a bit before standing up. "I'll be back." He said and walked away. The atmosphere around us becomes awkward but quickly changes when Kat starts to squeal like a little girl. "My fucking song!" She said excitedly. "Come on, let's go dance." She said and dragged me out of the VIP section. Shortly we reached the dance floor and I felt someone wrap their hands around my waist. I turn around and I find Kat moving against me as her hips sway side to side; following the beat of the music.

She ponders into the darkness with a heavy heart, wagering her options over and over again till she is back at the beginning and then again. A flashlight shines from the end of the room, followed by thudding steps. The sound of a stormy weather drizzles through the door as she bends her head towards the direction. The flashlight shines on other ends, revealing the other girls littered on the floor in different sleeping positions and bare bodied, except for the ones who are much younger and are yet to be prepared for transportation. The light steadies on her and for the first moment, she feels her heart cling on the edge of a wall, getting dabbled almost at the verge of falling. The light sha

Why is this angel so moody towards him anyway? The mayhem continued even downstairs. Rain already made a clear exit to avoid Axel's fury. The latter was basically shoving everyone out of his way. Is clearly angry at how Urie was having fun dancing with numerous guys on the dance floor. And in a very sensual manner. Urie had no recollection of what happened later he reached his house. The only thing he remembers is that someone basically carried him out of the dance floor. He started vomiting after he got out of the private building. That he can't even stand up properly on his own.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.

Fighting her instinct to stay away, she moved grudgingly forward, her imwilling limbs carrying her ever closer. ‘Dance,’ he said and she did. It felt so good to be back in his arms, within the safety of that strong grip. He danced expertly, but now his grip became stronger; she looked up and saw the red eyes of the devil. She was dancing with the devil. Her eyes flew open. She gasped for air. Moisture beaded her brow. She looked at the bedside clock, it was 7.30 p.m. Her breathing gradually slowed, but she dared not close her eyes again for fear the devil would return.

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."