Hell Is A Dance Floor Novels & Stories

“Hey Lyriana, Let's move to the dance floor.” We walked towards the dance floor. The music that was playing was Sia’s “Unstoppable .I could sense that faces were focused on me. I was irritated and quite embarrassed as I looked around the dance floor. Chloe and Alex were just kissing themselves without minding the onlookers. When I became uneasy, I returned to the bar to have my seat. It seems like the dance floor was only meant for couples and not singles like me. I took a sip leisurely. I focused on the bartender as it was chilly and amazing, but I needed something that was stronger. “Can I have something stronger than this, pls?” I said as I dropped the glass of drink I was holding on the

Heli grinned mischievously when he saw me blush, so I just rolled my eyes at him. “Whatever,” I said. An idea crossed my mind, which made me smirk. “But can you spare me a dance later? I remember you got mad at me for letting that girl in the club dance so intimately with me. Would you like a remake but this time, you’d replace the girl?” Heli’s grin melted away almost immediately. His expression turned blank, but his eyes darkened. I cackled in delight.

he shrugs and keeps dancing, and then he stops behind Eden and whispers in his ear, "Dance with me," Eden ignores Hunter's protests and swears, and follows Harvey to the middle of the dancefloor. He tries to copy other people's movements and joins his boss in his dance. In a matter of seconds, his body starts moving at the beat rhythm. In a nightclub, it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not, you just need to enjoy the music and let yourself go.

CALEB I gulped down the brandy and licked my lips as I stared at the dancefloor filled with ladies dancing seductively to the heavy beats of the music playing in the clubhouse. ‘The dancefloor’, as we call it, is a place in the clubhouse where atrocities and sex-making are found. It is easier to find a lady on the dancefloor than on the streets. That is one place that I hated in the clubhouse, and that place is what makes me avoid coming here with my crazy friends.

Strippers in shimmering lingerie and fuck-me high heels danced on the poles, their bodies flexible and glittering under the dim strobe lights. Groups of people ground hard on the dance floor, some receiving lap dances. I followed Alpha Cole as we walked into a hallway and boarded an elevator.... Which took us down to the basement. My fingers tightened around his. "If you are nervous, tap me. For those people we are going to meet in there, you are my date. Alright?" You are my date. It was all I could hear. "Yes, Alpha." When the sleek doors opened this time, it was to a large Hall washed in dark red, and filled with moans and growls chanting like a mantra.

“He’s my playlist, Helena. Everything else feels like noise.” They clinked glasses under the stars. Scene – Group Chat, 2:13 AM Tessy: Tonight = vibes Helena: We owned that club. Period. Stacy: Pretty sure we danced the DJ into early retirement Leo: Should I be jealous? 👀 Tessy: Only if you’re not planning a better night soon Greg: Challenge accepted 😏 Scene – Club Halo, Midnight The club was now pulsing with energy—music louder, crowd denser, and lights flickering like lightning in rhythm. Helena, Tessy, and Stacy moved like a unit on the dance floor, feeding off each other’s joy.

Elliot wanted the whole thing to end so everyone would be happy again. ~~~~~ Tara opened the door for Elliot and kissed him all over his face the moment he was in. He kissed her back and smiled, he had missed her. "Why do you keep using the doorbell?" She asked. "The passcode is still the same." "Oh, I didn't know. I thought you'd have changed it." "I didn't. I couldn't." She kissed him again. "Tara were you at the American Ballet Theatre last Saturday?" He knew she was the one, he could recognize her anywhere but he wanted to be sure.

At least then I’d know where she was instead of losing my mind wondering if she’d been trampled by drunk twenty-somethings or accidentally drowned in that ridiculous pink pool. Maybe I’d never been with short women because they were practically invisible in crowds. Like trying to spot a specific ant in a colony. The only territory I hadn’t breached was the dance floor, which looked like the inner circle of hell decorated by a rave promoter. Bodies grinding against each other with the desperate intensity of people trying to forget their trust fund emptiness, eyes glazed over with whatever cocktail of substances was trending this week, hair dripping with sweat that smelled like expensive perfu

Gabriel and Nick waved at her and blew kisses. Seeing the men playing, was new to Millie, They messed about at home singing bits of songs, Gabriel, tapped the steering wheel of his car all the time, she didn't think he even knew he was doing it. Sometimes they would both dance her around the kitchen singing to her. Nick sat down at the piano, and Gabriel sat on his stool behind his drums, he picked his sticks up and counted them in. Katie put her headphones on and danced about with Jess and Lucy. The noise in the half-empty arena was deafening. Millie couldn't keep her eyes off Gabriel, his hair flying, his drumsticks twirling, cymbals crashing. Nick got up from the piano and stalked across

My empire. Above ground, people come for the liquor, the music, the bodies pressed against each other beneath red lights and expensive perfume. Women grinding shamelessly against strangers beneath flashing lights. Men drown themselves in expensive whiskey while smoke curls lazily above their heads. Loud music vibrates through the walls hard enough to shake the floor beneath your feet. But beneath that? That’s where the real De-Helldoralz lives. Where people stop pretending to be human. The deeper you go into this place, the uglier it gets.