Hell Is A Dance Floor Novels & Stories

I took the male leads as I was still the only male in choir. “Off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead…O-off-off-off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead….O-off-off-off with your head…… It's close to midnight…And something evil's lurking in the dark…Under the moonlight…You see a sight that almost stops your heart…You try to scream…But terror takes the sound before you make it (Heads will roll, heads will roll)…You start to freeze…As horror looks you right between the eyes…You're paralyzed…… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night…And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike…You know it's thriller, thriller night…You're fighting for your life inside

DANTE "Rochester won't be a problem anymore," Outside the office, I disconnected the call with Santini, handed the flip-phone to one of my guys and kept walking down the hallway as six of them flanked me. Inside the dance floor, the bass from the speakers thundered, filled with bright colorful lights, club goers waved glo-sticks and were gyrating to the hip-hop music. A couple of women made eye contact with me as I passed them, they could be easy pickings.

“What you’re really asking beneath it all is, ‘Will I damn my soul to Hell for dealing with these creatures?’ You won’t.” “Because Hell doesn’t exist?” “Oh, it does, but making a few extra-curricular deals isn’t how you damn your soul. Especially if the other bastard really has it coming. Remember, you make it a demon in your mind. It doesn’t have to be one.” “Then what are we dealing with, if not demons.”

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

The same look he had when he had raped her. Hazel's blood started to boil. She wanted her pound of flesh. "Dance," His voice came through in a command. In obedience, Hazel started to dance. A sensual dance with no music but fit to make any man surrender. Hazel however was dancing to a tune in her head. A tune of revenge. She swayed her hips, jiggled her breasts, and bopped her ass. Kael watched with open-eyed wonder with his hands inside his trouser. He was massaging his cock in anticipation.

Grabbing her phone from her pocket, she noticed an unread text. Tanya: Don’t wait up for me Hazel rolled her eyes with a fond smile, shaking her head as she tucked her phone back into her pocket. The alcohol she’d had previously, coupled with the tequila, hummed in her veins. She knew she should go home, but the urge to let loose was strong. Too strong. Making her way onto the dance floor, Hazel allowed the music to sweep her up into its pulsating rhythm. Closing her eyes, she rode the wave, arms crossed on the top of her head as her hips swayed from side to side.

Lila's pov Damon placed a black mask over his face. “Let’s see how long your dear Hyperion can last.” The moment he finished speaking, the ceiling above exploded as the prime order burst through, descending into the chamber. Hyperion, glowing with solar energy, was at the forefront, his eyes blazing with intensity. Behind him, Electra’s hands crackled with electricity, Sentinel stood mid-air, his telekinetic powers at the ready, and Tempest rode in on a gust of wind.

He indeed was like a ghost—seen only when he wanted to, and always made a statement with his looks. I sighed as I turned to face my seductress. The only lady I would dare go to hell for, if she was there—or would make her happy. "Care for a dance?" I said, stretching my hands out. She took my hand as we stood up. "You bet I do." Her scent filled my nostrils. I just hoped my demons weren't going to lose it. I loved the feel of her hands underneath mine. It felt right. We were now at the dance hall, a hall with beautiful dark marble tiles, huge golden chandeliers above it, littered on the top, and also a cool feel to the skin.

"But he didn't unwound the wounded surface because he understood the system. He understood what happened to those who wanted to open the name to the air. They have all died." Liam felt his jaw tighten. Below them, the dance floor writhed like a living organism, hundreds of bodies moving in synchronized chaos under strobing lights that turned everything into a fever dream. He watched a woman in a red dress spin past, her face frozen in artificial ecstasy, and wondered if she had any idea what kind of conversations happened in the booths above her head. "Mm." The sound escaped him involuntarily, somewhere between acknowledgment and disgust.

The silence was absolute. The only sound was the occasional whisper of air through the ventilation ducts, like something hollow breathing in the dark. Dad's hand trembled around the flashlight. The beam swayed back and forth between the bloody words on the wall and my body on the floor, as though it was trying to deny what it was seeing. Whatever he had been about to say caught in his throat and came out as a strange, strangled sound. Mom's wine glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the concrete. Dark red wine sprayed across her white dress in jagged, blooming stains.