Hell Is A Dance Floor Novels & Stories

"Honey, I brought your favorite honey garlic prawns. They're cold now because of the long journey, but when we get back, I'll take you to eat them fresh. How does that sound?" There was no answer. "Cally, I'm not asking you to forgive me right away. You can just watch me change. I'll wait for as long as it takes for you to give me another chance." Still, there was no response. His throat was dry and his hands were trembling as Luther pushed the door open. Inside, the room was being cleaned. It was clear that the guest had already checked out. Luther's face turned pale. "The previous guest—where is she?"

Just when everyone thought Jason would surrender, he rushed to the window and jumped out, dragging Jean after him. With a loud bang, the bomb exploded in mid-air, turning both of them to ash. … In the Underworld, I clutched my ticket and waited for my number to be called. Beside me, the elevator leading to the Fields of Punishment arrived. The doors slid open. I watched as two familiar figures were dragged into the elevator by the guards. I could hear Jason mumbling, "Will I see Chelsea in my next life?" All he got in reply was silence. My gate opened. I stepped through without hesitation. May we never meet again in our next life.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

At the top, the DJ was mixing tracks as flashing lights swept across the crowd of dancing young people, creating a chaotic, surreal spectacle. The layout was cleverly designed, with angled platforms ensuring everyone had a good view of the action. The dance floor below was a sea of movement. On an upper viewing platform, a group from the Peak Summit Conference had gathered. They hadn’t met up last time because of Heloise’s absence. She had been busy with something again and hadn’t come to school for several days, so they had decided to gather on their own. Gavin was energetically dancing with Stella, his body swaying with surprising enthusiasm.

The bass vibrated through the floor like a second heartbeat as Ryker stepped into the pulsing heart of Eclipse, one of the city's most exclusive clubs. Crystal chandeliers hung low over the main dance floor, catching flashes of colored lights while private lounges lined the upper level like hidden dens for the elite. The air smelled of expensive liquor, perfume, and pure sin. Ryker moved through the crowd with that easy confidence he wore like a second skin, black shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to show the veins and muscle in his forearms.

[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.

Low chandeliers cast flickering light over the crowd, and the music pulsed in a haunting rhythm, a heartbeat for the night’s sinister undercurrent. From the shadows, I scanned the room, my gaze sharp and calculating. It didn’t take long to spot her—Helena, standing near the edge of the dance floor, her red dress a beacon amidst the sea of blacks and silvers. We’d chosen that dress for a reason. She was the bait, and Dante wouldn’t be able to resist.

Done with her jokes, she clapped her hands then squealed excitedly, “Let's go dance away our stress!” Loud musics blast in the large hall which is lit up in a colourful light. Bodies danced on the dancefloor, they swung their bodies and sang along with the music, drinks were being served by waiters dressed in skimpy wear and high heels, noises were everywhere and I couldn't help but cringe from it. I could see omegas, the betas and even Alpha's mixing around without any discrimination. Laughter boomed in the air, smiles on their faces and somehow, I couldn't help but anticipate the night.

Mayhem is what feels like home. Wild There's a huge mass of bodies clogging up the empty space used as a dance floor. Dance floor. That's kinda funny. The reality of the situation is quite different. It's used as a place to make drug deals, for single twenty-somethings to find a hook-up for the night, for depressed thirty-something's married to their high school sweethearts to find the one to help them get their freak on, and for anyone with a need of any kind to find whatever relief there is.

"Hmmmmm," "Feel this? Sooner or any minute or hours, this would go down and drill your ass hard till it bleeds. Mind you, it would take me hours before I bust so, get ready and be used to it. This will be the only dick that will fuck you till eternity, Keatton. If any dick would then prepare yourself the same as the guy who'll put his dick inside you. My torture room is open for anyone and they can cry there for mercy but no one will show or give to them,"