Marble Floors Lyrics Novels & Stories

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.

Siena’s POV The ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers, their light refracting in a thousand directions, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floor. The music swells, a slow, lilting melody that fills the space, elegant and haunting. Wolves from every pack mingle at the edges of the dance floor, their laughter and conversation blending into a low hum that underscores the scene. Here we are, moving in perfect, practiced steps, a royal couple to all appearances.

“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.

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.

Roger, my trusted friend and business partner, commented as he joined me. "Seems so," I replied, offering a smile that masked the hidden weariness these nights always brought. As a familiar melody began to play, a song from my past, I felt a pull deep within me. Each note reached into my soul, tugging me away from the glittering party and into the realm of memories. Suddenly, the marble floors and sparkling chandeliers faded. I found myself in a different time, a cozy living room filled with warmth and laughter. It was my childhood home, where photos of family vacations and milestones adorned the walls, echoing the joyful banter of my parents.

​ 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.