Sarah Labyrinth Ballroom Scene Novels & Stories

I wowed at the thought and stopped the questions from piling in my head. Zach stood up and we went to a small dome filled with lights and flowers. He flashed me his proud grin and I snorted at him, it was a peaceful space, there were no other people. As we stepped inside it, he moved away and stood majestically in front of me and did me a little curtsy. “What are you doing?” I giggled and he winked at me. “Would you like to dance, my lady?” He held out his hand, his eyes shining brightly because of the sparkling lights hanging by the place.

I lied smoothly. “I’ll teach you” he took my slender hands in his large ones and led me to the middle of the ballroom. He placed my hands around his neck and slipped his hands around my waist. “flow with the music” we started to move slowly to the music. I stared down at his suit not having the courage to look into his eyes.

Scarlett Caleb and I were lying on my sofa, watching a movie. My legs were resting over his lap, his fingertips circling on my leg. My attention was not on the film; it was on him. I was fighting against the urge to grab him, pull him over me and just let him take me, but I couldn’t do that, not this soon. I am not that sort of girl, plus I am worried because he was still my “target” at the end of the day, and I don’t know how I am going to deal with that.

Serena hesitated for a moment but surrendered to the rhythm, letting the music guide her movements. As they danced, Serena noticed a mysterious figure observing them from a secluded corner. A man in a sharp suit, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, seemed to be studying their every move. Sarah caught Serena's gaze, and they exchanged a curious look. The music shifted, transitioning to a hypnotic trance beat. The crowd responded with heightened enthusiasm, moving in unison. Sarah whispered to Serena, “let's move away from here.” They held each other's hands and walked to the other side of the room. There were a few empty seats, they sat down, whining as they both bent over their knees to

Sarah My head was spinning and my body felt so numb that I could barely feel anything. Everything was dark which put me in a confused state. I put my hands over my stomach. I couldn’t feel any bump or traces of my babies. Every nerve in my body became alive after receiving an alert that my infants might be in deep danger. My eyes sprang open in response to that. I was in a strange room, covered in a white cloth.The scents were so familiar but it was like I couldn’t place them.

GAVIN The ballroom emptied slow, thick with wine breath and perfume, elders dragging feet, Betas murmuring about alliances and mothers whispering about daughters who didn’t catch my eye. I found Sariah in the mooncourt, cloak loose at her shoulders, hair pinned with golden vines that caught the firelight. "I have a proposition for you." She turned, leaned her back against the marble railing, arms folded under her chest. “Say it, then.”

He looked incredibly different—the blazer fit him perfectly, and the way he carried himself, back straight and gaze steady, made the silver hatchback they’d arrived in feel like a distant memory. The ballroom was a blur of expensive perfume and the high-pitched clinking of champagne flutes. As they stepped onto the marble floor, the noise level seemed to dip for a split second as heads turned. Ariana felt like a deer in headlights, her body going stiff as she felt the weight of a hundred gazes. "Ariana! My goodness, look at you!" The voice belonged to Sarah, one of the most notorious gossips from their graduating class. She glided over, her eyes immediately scanning Adrian like she was check

Fuschia chuckle when remembering her earlier dance with Dylan on the balcony. The dance between the two began in full view of the room. After a while, the other nobles soon stepped in with their partners, Sarah who is now dancing with a man is no exception. Hayden tightened his grip on my waist as if to show Sarah – who danced not far from the area, that he was having fun with other women too. ‘This is absolutely ridiculous.’ Fuschia almost cliques her tongue in the presence of Hayden. Soon, the center of the ballroom was filled with waltzing men and women. However, the nobles' gazes at the edge of the room were still on Sarah. Fuschia bit her lower lip.

This castle had everything Sarah needed for a comfortable life. Even before breakfast, Luke took her on a proper tour, this time to show her the rest of the place they failed to see yesterday. Apart from a few salons, as Luke called them, that were all furnished in different styles, a beautiful library reminded Sarah a lot of her father’s ones, there was an actual ballroom too. “Oh, Anna will love this!” Sarah exclaimed as she swirled around the dance podium. “I believe she never got over Michael kidnapping her on the night of her first ball.” she giggled.

I was indeed past the velvet rope then. Inside was chaos. Music pounded like war drums do. Lights pulsed with a rhythm that was jagged. As bodies moved, sweat, heat, and shadows swarmed. Her, I then saw. Sarah. She stood at the crowd's center under a red strobe painting sin and shadow. She was dancing. No, not dancing. Owning. Mist was what the fabric was like around her, wrapped. Untamed was her hair, her back curved, and her hips moved in constant rhythm deliberately. Each motion seemed like a deliberate revolt, a certain action defying you, requiring effort so you do not stare.