Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Russo noticed my excitement and extended his hand. "Dance with me," he said, his voice a low, enticing murmur. I accepted his invitation, and we joined the sea of revelers, the music engulfing us. Russo moved with a grace and confidence that was as hypnotic as the music itself. His presence on the dancefloor commanded attention, and it was impossible not to feel drawn to him.

“Then break that promise. I can’t breathe in her presence. Please brother, don’t do this. I don’t want this. You can get a thousand girls better than her. She is beautiful, but her heart is as dark as night. She will ruin you.” “Enough, Valerie. I don’t want to listen anymore. Go to your room. It’s my decision that she will stay. If I heard anyone questioning her presence from now onwards, they will face serious consequences.” The devil roared ignoring his crying sister and walked past her dragging me behind him. “See, Lola, she is already causing havoc.” I heard her screaming in the background as the devil skipped the stairs and took a sharp right turn. Passing many doors, he stopped in fro

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

The hallway echoes the footfalls of stomping darkness. But as the mute walls give way to the caress of a slow and brooding piano motif, the huge, two-way door at the hallway’s end brings us the pleasantries of a room screaming sanity and proper celebrations. A descent of steps in front of me leads to the dance floor, where pillars are still but bodies swing. With the roof high and ‌unending, the floors are as slippery as the devil’s tongue, absolutely unfit for a person to walk on.

What can I do about that? “You can’t be serious,” I shout back, turning my head to the side. I make sure I stay as far as I can from the edge of the platform while remaining as close as I can to the men and women, who keep trying to either touch me on the exposed part of my feet or smack me on the ass. I kid you not. This is a real thing. Even when Devil’s Knight has a policy against touching the dancers, some people are still too dumb or entitled enough to want to do it. The money helps me forget those little accidents.

Lila's pov “This is Caleb A.K.A black vortex” Damon said, nodding toward the figure in the corner. “He works with me as my side kick” Immediately, I heard the name "Black Vortex," and my breath hitched.The name wasn’t just familiar; it was infamous. Black Vortex was a shadow in the underground world, a digital phantom who could infiltrate the most secure systems without leaving a trace. He also had the ability to manipulate shadows, bending them to his will, creating illusions that could disorient or terrify his enemies. This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness.

When we got to the club, my excitement had gotten to it’s highest heights and the exhilarating chills running down my back was something I’d missed greatly. Aside from the number of scents overwhelming me and the fact that my ears are a little sensitive, this is awesome! Everything is awesome! We hit the dance floor as soon as we landed, but me and Lucas were the only lone wolves who had no partners. Plus, the twins and Ash decided not to tag along in the end, so barely any close companion either. Still, it was fun nonetheless.