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.

Without further delay, Lyra snapped her finger and the speakers sprang to life as fresh new music boomed out of it. Now this wasn't the classical they'd played when she'd first walked in nor was it the one the strippers danced to. A slow song which Lyra knew far too well began and she slowly wiggled her body. "It's just a little red wine I'll be fine, not like I wanna do this every night. I've been good don't I deserve it I think I earned it feel like it's worth it in my mind, my mind." Lyra began to dance to Demi Lovato's 'dancing with the devil' singing each lyrics with keen accuracy. She twirled, caressed her body, turned back so her ass was facing Henri who was now struggling to sit stil

They never quit, they never rest on the floor If SHEain't wrong, they'll probably die on the floor Dance the night away Live your life and stay young on the floor Dance the night away Grab somebody, drink a little more La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la Tonight they gon' be it on the floor La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la Tonight they gon' be it on the floor SHEknow you got it, clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin', rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor On the floor Don't stop, keep it moving Put your drinks up! It's getting ill, it's getting sick on the floor They never quit, they never rest on the floor I

Banged at the dance floor 🍆🍆 Chapter 1: Finger fucked on the dance floor The bass vibrated through my entire body as I stepped into Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive nightclub The dance floor was packed with beautiful bodies moving according to the rhythm. I’d worn my favorite little black dress; short, tight, with a plunging neckline that showed off the curve of my breasts and barely covered the top of my thighs. My long dark hair fell in loose waves down my back, and I could already feel eyes on me as I moved through the crowd.

The huge chandelier hangs perfectly high at the top of the wide room. Some men are with younger women, walking in pairs through the stairs while a pack of other men in black suits enter an elevator at the other corner. On the left is a room service counter with five blondes standing, each wearing a blue top and a black company hat. On the right side is a bar with displays of expensive wines and whiskies with two girls but this time, a blonde and a brunette, both of middle twenties, smiling to a man as he waves them off. He probably had just tipped them. The man tugs his card back into his wallet and strides towards the stairs. The rest of the big room is filled with chairs and tables, each i

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.