Hell Is A Dance Floor Novels & Stories

“Fuck it.” Next thing I know, I’m on the dance floor, heels sliding across the polished wood as we launch into the Cupid Shuffle. The room is alive, bodies moving, hands clapping, voices shouting the count. And for a moment, just a small, shining moment, I let myself forget everything else.

he says as we walk in. The lights are flashing blue and white, and the music is loud—I can feel the bass in my chest, vibrating through me. This is what I need. Normal. Fun. Something that doesn’t feel like that night, like the way everything changed when I saw who he really was. We walk to the bar the moment we step inside. I look around and don’t see anyone I know or anyone connected to Zion. No one obvious. That doesn’t mean he’s not here. “Eight shots of Henny, please,” I say to the bartender. I turn around to face the dancefloor while we wait for the shots. It’s packed, bodies moving, heat rising, and the energy is everything I need right now. It almost works. Almost. I look to the left

Good thing no one is fucking allowed phones in this club, otherwise, I know that my face would be on every newspaper cover as an assassin, and the police would come to bite my ass. “Nothing to be seen here”, Theo shouts at everyone, and people start moving and dancing again. Hazel looks petrified; tears are rolling down her face. I take a step to get to her, but she starts moving. Fuck no. “Hazel” I shout as she moves between the dancing people.

This is a version of hell right here on Earth. Ashton comes to a hard stop as she looks to the packed dance floor. Stuck in place, unable to walk through, so I go first, Oliver coming up behind to keep the bodies at bay long enough for Ashton to slip through. I may or may not shove a few people extra hard just for the hell of it.

Paddy said The two girl's went back to the dance floor to dance while Liyla just watched from a distance. Later on she noticed a guy dancing with Jane and because she is drunk he was taking advantage of her, he rocked her from behind, then slowly moved his hands down to her inner thighs touching her private part and squeezing her breast. Liyla tried staying calm but it was too late as anger already levelled up, her eyes switched colors and suddenly with just a stare the guy started screaming and falls to the ground with blood coming out from his ears, mouth and nose. Everyone was confused but nobody gives a damn about him so two bouncers came and took the guy out of the club, the party conti

Hazel could barely believe herself as Anna pulled her to the mass of tightly packed bodies, the music banging in the air and the smell of liquor so dense it felt like she could almost taste it just by breathing it in. How Anna perceived this as fun, she was yet to understand. Bodies were grinding recklessly against each other on the dance floor, sharing bodily heat, and even saliva as some were already intensely making out as they rubbed against each other in the slightly darker corners of the club.

If they were only being actors too on a stage. Christian collected the champagne glass from my hands and dropped it into the tray of one of the waiters. He took my hand and to my surprise, pulled me to the dancing floor. "You are being a very bad actress tonight, Belle." He said. "Maybe it's because I'm not one. I've never been to a party like this, cut me some slacks." I replied, avoiding his gaze. "There will be rumours tomorrow if you don't act right and believe me, you won't like what you see about you on the news." He replied.

Tonight, the devil was ready to lead. Danclub pulsed like a living beast red lights flickering across glass walls, the bass like thunder in a bottle, shaking the floor beneath my boots. Smoke curled in the air, not from fire, but from fog machines and synthetic sins. Perfume clung to the sweat in the room, and alcohol masked the guilt on everyone’s breath. Perfect hunting ground. I slipped through the entrance unnoticed, swallowed by the dim lighting and the thick haze. A black hoodie shadowed my face. A surgical-style mask hid my mouth. The darkness welcomed me. I didn’t belong here, not among the dancers, the predators pretending to be prey.

I need alcohol in me right about now so I choose to stop arguing with her and put on the six inch stap heels. After being cat called in the line to the club we finally make it inside. The lights, the music, the crowd, the smell of perversion and liquor is what I needed. Jade looks like she's right at home, and I feel like I am sticking out. "Do you prefer here or upstairs?"I look upstairs. It is dimmer. "You pick, I am fine with anything," I say, not really knowing what to choose. "Okay, let's start with here, where there are more people, and if the night slows down we can go upstairs," she says and I nod in approval.

Shirtless guys filled the room, some of them looking at her with pure lust. Helen clenched her thighs together, as her blue dress was so short and she didn't want to send the wrong signal to anyone. If Tasha had not convinced Helen to come along, Helen would have been resting in her room and preparing to leave for home. "Come on, Helen!" Tasha squealed as the DJ changed the music to good rock and jazz, and Tasha went to the center of the dancehall and joined the rest of the students dancing. After all, they were done with their exams, and no one would call them to order except to dismiss them to go home.