Marble Floors Lyrics Novels & Stories

I pushed out of my chair, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor as I strode directly toward the neighboring table. “You wouldn't dare, you cunt!” My voice vibrated through the massive hall, slicing through the music and freezing the entire room in dead silence.

"And soon you'll be walking 'across the floor." The texture beneath my hands started to change. Instead of the rough and rigid concrete, it smoothed into something that resembled marble. "Put one foot in front of the other...and soon you'll be walking out the door." The flooring continued to smooth out beneath my fingertips. The darkness around me started to lighten, but only slightly. I squinted ahead of me and saw a faint yellow light that seemed to be flickering like a candle in the wind. My voice heightened slightly when I saw the light.

I reassure myself that tomorrow we’ll be out of sight and out of mind - lest our presence ruin the aesthetics of this very special event. We trudge to the packhouse and my jaw drops in despair as I take in the ballroom they want us to scrub. The floor is white marble and requires a softer soap and brush… this makes it harder to get the desired shine and naturally takes longer too. My knees groan of their own accord.

So don't even bother askin' if you look okay You know I'll say When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are~" Bruno mars! Why does your lyrics have to eat my brain in this kind of situation?! "Tch! So clumsy." Kingstone said in a low tone. Why does my brain shouts that it's kind of sexy?!

The marble floors glittered from being polished, free of cracks and full of dazzling rainbows that caught the light. Not only were the pillars crack free and wrapped in vines of white roses, but a mural now shimmered across the sloped planes of the ceiling. A bull whose coat was paler than snow, standing atop a dark pelt. Even with the blood that covered it, the beauty and wonder of the night sky still shone through.

Literally. Well, isn't he just a gentleman? Uniformed servants swarmed past us, mumbling greetings to us while I continued to gape at the interiors of the building. The unsteady click-clacking of my heels against the marble floor echoed even in the busy lobby. I brought my head down to the shiny marble floor and watched my steps, so I won't trip over and fall flat on my face. When we came to a stop, I brought my gaze up almost immediately.

’ I snap at him, unable to keep the hysterical heartbreak out of my voice, and he at least has the sense to look down and sigh. My blood is boiling as I pull out glasses which are smudged and still dirty with residue of lipstick too. I slam them on the marble top noticing the bloody thing is covered in gouges and scratches, and run my hand over it angrily to feel out what I maybe cannot see. Leaning down to look across the surface in the shittiest light ever and smack my palm on it when I see more along the top of the full length of it. One long scrape from three feet down all the way to the end as though something heavy was dragged along it. ‘Waste of Italian fucking marble. Look at this s

The marble floor, usually so bright and welcoming, felt like a cold tombstone. The heavy glass doors slammed shut behind me, but the sound didn't bring any peace. The mob was throwing stones, the crack-crack-crack against the reinforced glass sounding like gunfire. I was trapped inside the very dream I had spent my life building, while the world outside tried to tear it down.

I can't help but cry. (Music) I've been saving love songs and lullabies And there's so much more No one's ever heard before... Maru wipe my tears and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. “I don't want to see you crying hon.” “Tears of joy.” We both laughed and continue dancing. (Music) Something's telling me it might be you Yeah, it's telling me it must be you And I'm feeling it'll just be you All of my life... (Music) It's you..

Marcus announced, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. I couldn't resist asking, "So, where exactly are we heading?" A mischievous smile played on his lips as he replied, "You'll find out soon enough. It's a surprise." Marcus and I walked further into the distance until I noticed the shiny light of an exquisite white marble. I took in everything from the walls to the window and the glass, the view of it was simply mystifying. Marcus nugged at me to press the bell which I did. The door was open and the white floor beneath me seemed to stretch a distance.