Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

He called to her as no man had managed to before. Demetri had a saying he was fond of, "Time to dance with the devil." Liliana Rose stepped forward smartly and kept her gaze locked with Mac's. It was most definitely time to dance with her own personal devil, and she couldn't wait for the experience. To be continued... ************** Liliana Rose stepped forward smartly and kept her gaze locked with Mac's. It was most definitely time to dance with her own personal devil, and she couldn't wait for the experience.

[Sinful] Malik Red, yellow, and blue beams erupted from the ceiling’s revolving lights, illuminating the dance floor. My gaze wandered over the densely populated throng, moving and dancing to the DJ’s catchy tunes. In the VIP booth, the floor pulsed beneath my feet, and it was impossible to avoid the heat emanating from the throng.

"But I've seen too many girls get too close to the flames and think they're immortal. You're dancing with the devil now. You don't leave him. You *run*." She stood up, her legs no longer hers. "Thank you for the advice," she said, her voice without emotion. He didn't respond. But before she could take a step back, he threw in an added warning: "If he claims you—this club will do nothing to save you. And neither will I." --- In the dressing room later, the words whirled around in her head like a damnation. *Dancing for the devil.* Sera sat before the mirror, removing the final strip of her lipstick, but it was as if she was stripping away more than cosmetics.

“And what brings a curiosity to my party?” She tapped her glass to his. “Opportunity.” He studied her. Too smart. Too watchful. “I don’t like surprises,” he said, but his tone held no malice. “And yet, I find myself intrigued.” “I’m full of contradictions,” she replied. He extended his hand. “Dance with me. I want to know more.” She hesitated — then placed her hand in his. The orchestra swelled. They moved onto the floor, surrounded by swirling silk and whispered deals. Serrano held her like he owned her. Ayla let him — for now.

"How about this!!!!" "REALLY LUCAS!" The Devil throw back his head. 'Those imbeciles' "Come onnn this is gorgeous. Huh! I bet Cinderella will ditch the dumb prince to wear this!" "I said no! That is not even princess type." Currently The Devil has held a competition. Yes a competition. That is about who can find the best princess dress.The participants are Lucas and the devil's sister Rehana. Both highly qualified as they brag about their fashion sense all the damn time. Both are competitive.

This is a crazy idea. The bass from the music vibrates through my body as I glance around the crowded dance floor again, trying not to look as nervous as I feel. There are several bodies grinding together under flashing lights, several women in glitter and leather laughing sultrily against tattooed men and the air is thick with smoke and sin... Everything about this place feels dangerous somehow... I grip my drink tighter and just then I spot a guy across the room already staring at me... He’s tall with short cropped hair and conventionally attractive in a greasy sort of way. When our eyes meet, he grins immediately, then he winks and my stomach flips.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

She felt disgusting. The former woman again rang the bell. All the woman start to shuffle. She also stood from her seat and sat on next. The new man who was sitting in that table was good looking but he acted weird like a girlish behaviour. When he smiled many white skinned small mouses started to came out of his shirt. He kissed them by taking in his hand. She again felt disgusting. The woman again rang the bell. Now Heaven felt to go out of that hall and keep distance from them. When she looked into 'exit', the woman gave a sharp look to her and gestured her to sit on next table.

The spectators could not help but wipe a cold sweat off their brows for her soon-to-be dismay. “No!” Maxim exclaimed. When brother Albert realized what was going on, he tried to call for a ceasefire but it was too late. The man howled a great, demonic roar, and it echoed throughout the dome. “Dance of Devils!” he cried. In an instant, the air was filled with staves, as though devils themselves descended to bring infernal justice.