Sarah Labyrinth Ballroom Scene Novels & Stories

Sal looked around the room and saw that everyone stared at him, his eyes caught Sarah amongst them and he walked to her. He grabbed her by her dress and everyone was so surprised. “Sal… “ Sarah called with her eyes widening in shock. Sal’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Sarah, his grip on her dress tightened and he was choking her. “Why did you do this? What did he offer you, huh? Why will you do this to me?” he asked, his body trembling due to so much rage. He suddenly let go of her and rushed out of the ballroom, Sarah fell to her knees as she coughed repeatedly.

Some of the servants hand us all plastic silver trays with 4 glasses of what I assume is sparkly wine, and we go into the room where the ball is being hosted. This bathroom is stunning. There are 3 huge chandeliers on the ceiling. The walls are white, and tan and the floors are a tan marble color. There are white-decorated tables towards the back which some people are sitting at. Others are gathered everywhere else dancing or talking. The color of the room and tables suddenly shifted to black, white, and gold. It is amazing. It keeps changing themes. Must be a witch they have. I put one hand behind my back and walked around, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. I saw King Damon's eyes follow

Many men do it to make them comfortable. I picked up the menu. I feel like I can’t take my eyes off him. As I'm still looking at him from behind the menu. "Luce Edwards," He extends his hand with a smirk. I forward my hand and open my mouth to say my name. My tongue seems to freeze me. when he takes my hand in his and squeezes it softly. A jolt runs down my body. Only Louis makes me feel like this. "I know, Sarah Green." He smiles again and withdraws his hand.

You don't know who you're inviting in. Once inside. I see the room is crowded. We reach the bar, where a pile of goblets filled with various and unknown beverages are waiting on the counter. I grab one in passing and follow Sarah to the next room. The guys have arranged a dance floor in the lounge. Sarah puts our glasses down and drags me away to dance immediately. I love the music, the atmosphere, and especially what I feel in the midst of these unknown people as I stay to the rhythm. I'm accosted several times. When the guys are too insistent, I quickly push them back. If they're not, I let Sarah introduce us. I promised myself I'd meet people and that's what I'm going to do.

"You think you can hide from me, Sarah? You think you can escape the consequences of your actions?" Sarah's heart was racing, and her mind was reeling. She knew she had to think fast, or risk losing everything she held dear. Luke rushed into the living room, expecting to see Sarah safe and sound. But instead, he was met with a scene that made his blood run cold. Sarah was standing at the door, frozen in terror, with Arthur looming over her. Without hesitation, Luke sprang into action, pulling Sarah behind him and standing tall, ready to face Arthur. But Arthur was not intimidated. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying the challenge, his eyes gleaming with a psychotic intensity.

When I was satisfied, he couldn't see I led him down the hall to the office. As we approached the office, I noticed the wonderful scent of candles burning and the sound of soft music playing. Sarah had added these romantic touches on her own, and it was going to earn her an extra big tip. I led John to the table, pulled the robe away from his front, and helped him lie face down on the table. I leaned over and whispered, enjoy, and left the room without another word, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Kristopher's fingers brushed against the beads on his wrist, his brow furrowing with a touch of indifference. The atmosphere crackled with tension. “I'll take you up on that, Mr. Vargas." Sarah approached the table with a smirk, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass of red wine. "But simply sipping wine is dreadfully dull. Let's spice it up, shall we? If you lose, you'll have to do something amusing, like bark like a dog for me. How does that sound?" Clad in a vibrant red dress, Sarah’s delicate features belied the strength in her stance, creating a striking contrast.

Tonight was about Sabrina, not the fiery redhead who was driving me insane. We entered the ballroom, the soft hum of music filling the space as guests mingled, champagne flutes in hand. Everything about the room was perfect, elegant, refined, the kind of event where old money met new power. But as we stepped further into the crowd, my eyes scanned the room, searching for someone I knew I shouldn’t be looking for. And then as always I saw her. Lilith.

And honestly, I don’t know if that promise is the kindest thing I’ve ever done, or the cruelest. Tyler takes my hand as we head into the breathtaking ballroom. Crystal chandeliers scatter golden light across polished marble floors. Round tables draped in ivory cloth fill the room, each centerpiece overflowing with white lilies and eucalyptus. A small jazz band plays near the dance floor as waiters weave gracefully between guests, carrying trays of sparkling drinks. It’s all so… sophisticated, exactly what Mabel envisioned. “Whoa.” Alex whistles softly. “I’m afraid to breathe in here.”

I approached and hesitantly called out, "Mr. Larson?" As he turned around, my breath caught in my throat. There was no hint of frailty on his face—only a cold, sharp edge and an overwhelming air of authority. "Sarah?" His voice was deep and low. I snapped back to reality and quickly nodded. "Yes, I'm Sarah Nufer." "Sit," he said curtly. With that, I nervously sat down beside him. The staff pushed two documents forward. Henry signed them, rose to his feet, and cast a brief glance at me. "I don't like loud, extravagant weddings. Let's keep it simple. You'll move to Larson Estate tonight."