Hell Is A Dance Floor Novels & Stories

"Next time, I’m driving. For real." I didn’t reply. There was no need. I needed music. I needed drinks. I needed to not think about Helen’s damn smile. Not tonight. Club Noire was alive. Lights flickered from every angle—purple strobes, red washes, golden beams cutting through smoke machines. The bass pounded like a second heartbeat in the walls, and people moved like shadows on the dancefloor, hips swaying, laughter spilling, hands lifted. But I wasn’t here for that.

~Elowen PoV~ A few hours later. I stood in front of Haven's hotel, its tower pressing in on me. I acknowledged the environment as it eased a little of the chaos in my mind. It was a place free of swarming fans trying to get a picture of you or making you sign an autograph, and the darkness of the night did an awesome job of hiding my face from people who could easily spot me.

Why had the bouncer let me off the hook just because Lucas showed up to the rescue? Maybe Lucas was not an undercover agent. Maybe he was something more than I imagined. Thinking about that sent chills down my spine. I wasn't sure what I felt at that moment: excitement or fear. The hall was already filled with pulsating music, vibrant neon lights, and energetic chatter. It was a popular downtown club known for its eclectic mix of music genres, from electronic beats to classic hits. The dance floor was alive with a diverse crowd, moving to the rhythm under the mesmerizing glow of the disco ball.

A past that visits him from the depths of Hell, haunted by its spectra with nightmares that refuse to leave him even after all those centuries have passed. He raised his head and watched the disc of the sun, which was preparing to set behind the horizon, bid farewell to the island, leaving coldness and darkness, announcing the end of the children's play period and the start of the parents" role in guarding the area from the attack of what remained of the savage Sirana.

Chaos didn’t hide behind that veil of comfort. “We have Dens. They’re sex clubs where you can bring your darkest fantasies to life. Hell is made up of demons, given souls, and damned souls. You can play, watch, or both. There are willing and unwilling participants. You choose dependent on what interests you,” he paused, pressing a kiss to my temple, “Hell has no rules,” his words sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine. The idea of a place having no rules sounds so appealing. No expectations. You are simply you without judgement.

They never quit, they never rest on the floor If SHEain't wrong, they'll probably die on the floor Dance the night away Live your life and stay young on the floor Dance the night away Grab somebody, drink a little more La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la Tonight they gon' be it on the floor La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la Tonight they gon' be it on the floor SHEknow you got it, clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin', rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor On the floor Don't stop, keep it moving Put your drinks up! It's getting ill, it's getting sick on the floor They never quit, they never rest on the floor I

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Round tables and chairs covered with expensive white silk lined the polished floor of Percy’s pride and joy. There were balloons and string lights. Flowers and potted trees that blended in well with the decorations. Even though I couldn't stand Percy’s snake in the grass ass, he never missed when it came to putting together a celebration. “Can we have a good time tonight? I don’t wanna fight with you, Brielle.” “I’m not fighting, Kannon. And despite what’s going on … I am having a good time.” Instead of looking at me, she was looking at Monty.

"Hiding what?" "Your body." "What do you expect me to do? Walk around the streets of Devron naked?" Emily scoffs. Marius smiled and grabs her hand and they both faced the massive audience. They couldn't walk over to the other side for it's too far. Instead, they walked past the dancing, drunk teenagers. Sticky, sweaty bodies bumped against each other as the teenagers danced along the beat of the song then her eyes captured an actual dry humping and she cringed. They turned from left to right, avoiding the sweaty bodies of drunken teenagers. Emily sucks in her tummy and pauses her breathing eventually when a teenager exhales in front of her face with its breath reeking of alcohol.

"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...