Hell Is A Dance Floor Novels & Stories

He snaps. I throw a deadly glare at my brother. He thinks he can dodge my question? What he doesn’t know is, I will find out where he belongs especially if I am clinging to his arm the whole time. We step inside and the pounding music hits instantly, the bass shaking the floor beneath my feet. I glance around taking everything in. Lights flash in quick bursts - red, blue, neon purple casting flickers across the room. People are dancing like they’ve lost all sense of shame, grinding against each other, grinning from ear to ear. Of course, this must be the clubhouse part.

"Oh he's dancing." Ronan glared. "I will literally kill all of you." Fiorella dragged us straight into the crowd anyway. Yes, Ronan included with Elias' help. The bass intensified the deeper we pushed into the mass of bodies. Music pounded through the speakers — some kind of electronic track with a heavy drop that sent the entire dance floor jumping in sync. Fiorella spun around in front of us. "Xavier!" "What?" "You look like someone just dropped you into another dimension." "I might be in another dimension."

Banged at the dance floor 🍆🍆 Chapter 1: Finger fucked on the dance floor The bass vibrated through my entire body as I stepped into Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive nightclub The dance floor was packed with beautiful bodies moving according to the rhythm. I’d worn my favorite little black dress; short, tight, with a plunging neckline that showed off the curve of my breasts and barely covered the top of my thighs. My long dark hair fell in loose waves down my back, and I could already feel eyes on me as I moved through the crowd.

I was fucking staying. "What made you changed your mind?" "Someone is here who shouldn't be." Before he could say anything, I silenced him with my hand. "You'll figure it out. Let's go." As we were ready to walk off, a loud commotion could be heard. Alot of shouting, clapping and wolf whistles could be heard. Fuck. I walked away left Chazz in the parking lot of the beach, and back on the sand. There were two girls dancing on the stage and gyrating to the beat of the music. The guys were going crazy just being hypnotized by the movement of their hips as they slowly rotated it, dancing to the rhythmic music of Drake's Controlla featuring Popcaan.

“We could call the den Hades and since the pack is already the Tartarus Pack it’s only befitting that---” “Hmm, who would have thought?” Gaia snickered, holding her mates a little closer as she smiled at Ashley, who happily grinned back. “That Hell’s Alpha was this kind of man?” Who would have thought indeed…?

He barely glanced at her before giving a sharp nod and stepping aside to let us in. I frowned. "How—" Andrea winked. "I have my ways." The second we stepped inside, the atmosphere swallowed me whole. The music was deafening, a pounding bass that rattled my ribs and vibrated through my bones. Strobe lights flashed across the massive dance floor, where bodies moved in a hypnotic rhythm, pressed together in a feverish, chaotic mess. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sharp scent of alcohol. Andrea turned to me, grinning. "Welcome to Inferno."

After a few more losses I moved back giving up on the game, he seemed to be enjoying and kept losing once in a while intentionally. The room was full and the music was blasting so loudly. The whole house was a pure mess with the smell of alcohol and perfumes all mixed up together, But I didn’t care, I was living in the moment. A new hit song by Jason Derulo boomed and I moved to the dance hall before tweeting my head and hands ready to do some real dancing. “You are going to embarrass yourself, stop now or forever down in regret,’’ my subconscious called out. “Go to hell, ‘’ I whispered as I pushed my hair back and began moving my body, vigorously, artistically with energy.

Fucking chocolate. ************ It isn't even up to ten minutes since we arrived at the club and my head is already giving off sirens. Am not a nerd or anything, but I can swear that parties are not my place. I chuck down another glass of tequila, my sense buzzing as the cold liquor runs down my throat. "Come on pari let's go dance." Shelly yells over the music forcefully dragging me to the dancefloor. I adjust my sticky gown which hugs my curves like a second skin then join Shelley in dancing which comprises of jumping, twirling and fist pumping.

The chandelier was large enough to light up the entire room and gave it a new life. The floors were spotless white marble. There were so many white and red roses decorating the hall. I noticed a small instrumental ensemble in one corner. I looked around the room again. There was not a single spot which wasn't glimmering in the light. It was breathtaking. There were a considerable number of tables which were decorated to perfection. Across the tables was a cleared space, which I assumed was a dance floor. Wow! My husband is very rich. "Its beautiful" I whispered.

He watches me for a moment before speaking again. “Dante said a doctor will be here in about an hour to check you over,” he begins, sitting across from me. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a calm patience in his voice. “Look, the easiest way to explain this is bluntly. I won’t sugarcoat it, but it’s not as bad as it might sound.” I nod slowly, bracing myself. “This place is called Heaven and Hell,” he says. “Heaven is a standard nightclub—drinks, music, dancing. Hell is a strip club, lap dances, that sort of thing.” He pauses, watching my reaction.