Marble Floors Lyrics Novels & Stories

Thalia looked at him for a second and then, gracefully, she placed her palm into his. The marble dance floor glimmered under the golden lights. A soft fog drifted across the surface, catching the reflections of chandeliers and the blue hue of the overhead beams. Everything shimmered, the crowd, the dance floor, her gown, his tuxedo. Together, they looked like a painting brought to life. As the first piano notes of “Ordinary” by Alex Warren began to play, the ballroom fell silent. The lyrics floated like a confession through the air romantically.

Her lashes fluttered once, then stilled. She dropped under. No warning. No drift. Just a plunge. Then — She was walking barefoot across a marble floor, cool and impossibly white, moonlight pouring in from nowhere. Her steps didn't echo, but she felt the pressure of movement anyway — like the floor remembered her weight. The space was endless. No doors. No walls. Just open marble stretching in all directions like the world had been wiped clean and left for her to define. She didn't know how she got there.

Dylan muttered using his hand to gesture towards the door, he felt worried for Mia but he had to escort the guests out first before leaving. After escorting them out, he turned towards the last elevator on the floor and got into the elevator. He clicked on the top floor and got ready to go up, as the elevator door was closing a leg stepped in front and the doors stopped. "Get out!" Adriano muttered in a freezing tone…

“It’s like the wind knows not to come here.” “Or it was told not to,” Halric murmured. I stepped forward. The floor inside was black marble, veined with red like the roots of something buried deep beneath us. Each step echoed, but not right away. The sound came a half-second later, like the temple had to think before responding. “Don’t touch anything,” I said softly. “You say that now,” Nilo muttered. “But I already touched the door handle. So… curse incoming.” “Shut up,” Halric snapped.

he corrected, his tone still held a slight smirk, “look at the floor.” My jaw didn't just hang open, it dropped straight to the floor, my eyes flared and snapped shut in rapid succession, trying to clear the impossible image. “D—Did she just break the billion dollar Grigio Carnico marble floor?” My voice stuttered frantically, “that cost more than a fortune!” His teasing chuckle cracked in my ear, the last thing that I ever wanted to hear, “by now, you surely don't wanna mess with her.” his chest vibrated with suppressed mockery as he pulled out those words.

Each step perfectly in rhythm with the song. I was dancing. --- Slowly. Like a bride in a forgotten ceremony. The corridors stretched before me, and the floor beneath my bare feet pulsed like a heartbeat. The wallpaper peeled back in slow waves, revealing stone underneath—black, veined, wet. Still, I moved. The song grew louder. Harmonies joined it—more voices, dozens of them, layered like echoes of long-dead women. Their words became clearer: > “One bride for fire. One bride for bone.

Oh, for moon's sake, please don't let this be a colossal mistake! When the elevator doors open, I'm greeted by a large crystal chandelier with black frame dangling above from the ceiling. The subtle neutral shade of tan and brown with black, burgundy, and gold marble floors. I feel so out of place as I force myself to leave the safety of the elevator. I can hear the doors shut behind me and the moment they do, I hear the echo of footsteps clinking against the tile.

​ And I’m in a fucking foul mood. I walk through the grand entrance—marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume, cigars, and something more primal. The bass from the music reverberates through my chest, a constant reminder of the hedonism that awaits.​

I smiled sadly - as I'd expected, they weren't coming back home tonight. I slipped out of the office, shutting the door softly on my way out. **************** I stepped down the flight of stairs , listening to the sound of cheerful laughter coming from the living room. I paused briefly - they're back, but they aren't alone. Taking a deep breath, I walked - my footsteps were soft against the black marbled tiles . "You're back?!" I flashed a soft smile, my face stiffening as my eyes scanned the familiar faces in the room. Then it lingered on the unfamiliar lady.

My heart pounds as the music fades, and the ballroom bleeds into a series of hallways, then the grand foyer, which is empty and so silent I can hear the blood rushing through my veins. I sink onto the steps of the massive, branching staircase made of pure marble and hang my head, rubbing my temples. I’m not sure how long I stay there in the quiet, but it’s long enough for the clicking of heels to move toward me. I straighten as soft voices drift in my direction. The musicians move through the foyer toward the door, led by a couple of royal guards. Marianna walks in step with the cellist, her mouth pulled into a tight smile that fades when her eyes slide to the side, finding me sitting on the