Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

We kept walking until we got to set of stairs, we got upstairs, now we can see everyone underneath us, we could see the dance floor with people dancing but the top floor was empty, Nikolai wanted to empty the whole club for us, but Devil talked him into just emptying the VIP floor for us. I took a sip from my pepsi, while everyone else was drinking alcohol, I stayed with pepsi, safer bet and one that won’t get be yelled at or kicked to daddy’s office, I want to stay in the party, I want to dance and have fun with everyone else. Devil did drag me down to dance, we could see Nikolai standing up on the balcony, watching us while we danced, we did decide to drive him crazy, it wasn’t even my ide

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.

His heart ached into a tight knot and gave him panic attacks. Background music " Love me like you do" started playing at that moment. The host invited everyone to join in couple dance excitedly. Something formed in his heart after Herman's words. Blake put down the glass and started walking towards Veronica. Without hearing her opinion, he dragged her on the dance floor and asked demandingly, " Let's dance okay?" Veronica rolled her eyes before replied, " You just scared me. I thought that something had happened. Blake, you could have just asked me."

I don't know what's worse-the fear of seeing him again or the fear of what I'll feel when I do. When the door finally opens, my body betrays me again. My pulse spikes, my breath hitches, my skin prickles with heat. It's him. Dante steps inside, suit crisp, dark hair swept back, eyes gleaming like the devil himself. He doesn't even look at the mess on the rug. His gaze goes straight to me. "Good evening, doll." "Go to hell." His grin is slow, deliberate. "Still keeping me company, I see."

"Dance with me, Sorella! We can worry about our fucked up lives later!" Tori shouted in my ear, making me laugh out loud as I let her lead me to the middle of the dance floor where throngs of sweaty, dancing bodies were gathered and dancing to the upbeat song. I couldn't spot Vladmir or my Papa's men but I knew they were close. I could practically sense their disapproval at us not only being here but also refusing to stay in the VIP area. The dancefloor is where all the fun is...not some stuffy, secluded area. That's not really freeing or fun...

In a skip, she began twerking faster than she had ever done – her watery ass dropping and slapping against each other. She got down on the floor as though she was fucking it and slapped her ass against the floor – twerking in that position. Dashiell had forgotten his food by now. And was already pulling down his trousers. “Keep it on. I want to give you a lap dance. And he obeyed.

When they finally finished, many of them were breathing hard, faces red, muscles burning. “Get up,” Vito ordered. They stood quickly, some of them swaying slightly. “Divide yourselves into groups of ten,” Vito continued. “Take numbers. Groups go into the ring one by one. Fight until only one man is standing. Anyone who gets defeated comes down and does another two thousand push-ups. Winners of each group will fight each other. The final winner fights me.” The men exchanged uneasy glances. Fighting each other was one thing. Fighting Vito was something else entirely. They had all seen what happened to people who stepped into the ring with him.

Cass assured her as she walked away. The last words Olivia heard was Margo saying that Olivia had Cass by her proverbial balls. She pressed through the throng of people, to where she last saw Emma and Vance. She just spotted them when a hand clasped her arm and pulled her to the dance floor. She tried to get free, but the hold tightened, and she winced. “Let me go!” She hissed. “Shut up, and don’t make a scene. You’ve made quite a spectacle of yourself tonight already.”