Marble Floors Lyrics Novels & Stories

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.

The granite planter was cold, rough, and unforgiving against my back. I was trapped, pinned down less by the smoke Marco had created and more by the immense, crushing reality of the labor seizing my body. The dark stain on the marble floor confirmed the rupture, and the agony that followed was no longer a wave, but a constant, grinding pressure that stole all rational thought.

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…

Chips of it bounced off the floor as the rest of the frame hit the marble below our feet. I’d never seen her so frustrated.

“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.

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.