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.

The guy left Anika and went to his friends to finish his dare, he was gay no one knew, his friends gave him a dare to dance with any girl and kiss her, He saw her dancing, he somewhere felt she would accept, he went near her and whispered to her about the dare and he is a gay, she happily accepted to dance with him but didn’t knew he would kiss her cheek has he only mentioned about dancing Anika went to the washroom, while she heads out, she was pulled by strong pairs of hands, she knew who it was She looked up to see his face, his eyes sent shiver down her spine, his devilish smirk meant trouble, He dangerously with his deep husky voice whispered making her shiver and gulp hard “Well you ar

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.

Then, nobody knew about her background and where she was coming from Finally the floor was now open to all and sundry as it was time to dance your ass off. The DJ blasted them with hot jams as everyone danced their hearts and souls off, it was indeed fun as sweaty bodies filled the dance floor. "You are a really big temptation miss” Felix said gently to her as she rocked her ass against the little bulge on his trouser, she bent down shaking her booty as he held her by the waist twisting and turning the beat of the song. There were plenty of drinks made available so if one danced and felt dehydrated, he or she would refill his cup

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.

His words are louder and I see Marc tense, Daisy pushing her hand against D as he goes to jump up. Standing I turn and face him, his eyes now realising who I am. “Sorry Mr. Devil, I didn’t realise it was you. She can stay, but once you’re done, please pass her to another table. I will make sure the others know she is exclusive to his table until you’re bored of her.” “Excuse me?” I step forward feeling annoyed. “What did you call her?” Hell, even if she was a dancer, calling her a whore, is wrong.