Seduction Ballroom Novels & Stories

"It feels a little cold tonight. I am wearing a gown with my shoulders exposed and feeling a little cold." Cedrick was emotionless. "You'd feel warm once we are inside." Was he just pretending to not understand it, or was he that dense? Every time Maia tried to hint him to take a step closer, he would easily divert the conversation to something else. The two passed the fountain in the hotel lobby and strode to the ballroom. The ballroom was lavishly decorated, and on the long table in the middle were layers of champagne glasses, surrounded by colorful small bites and snacks.

My lips feel bruised, my jaw aches. The frustration is a live wire under my skin, sizzling and desperate. I curl my raw fingers into the tiles, fighting the overwhelming urge to touch myself, to find the release I’m never, ever allowed to take. Night falls, and with it, the true depravity begins. The Grand Ballroom has been transformed into a temple of sin. Silks the color of blood and gold drape from the ceiling. The floating orbs cast a sultry, low light over a scene of pure debauchery.

His anxiety kicked in yet again after approaching the room. " Let's check this room,it's a banquet hall." David said, leading her to the ball room and pushing it open. Sheila stepped inside and was met by the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The room was dimly lit and rose petals were scattered all over the place. A huge circle lined with red scented candles stood at the centre of the hall. A bouquet of white tulips was placed at the centre of the circle. Sheila walked in admiring the whole setup. It was everything a woman could ever ask for. She was no different.

Astrid finally spoke dismissing all of them before Selena declared something shocking. Selena smiled faintly leaving the kitchen as Astrid followed behind, "Are you sure about them having a say in the ball decoration and theme? I mean, your house your rules but they are just workers," Astrid said as they headed back to the living room. "Exactly my house, my rules," Selena said. "Well, you would need to learn basic ball etiquette you know, I don't know if you know how they do things at the ball," Astrid said. "They always have like a dance and most times they also..."

They dissolve into nothing, right before they touch the guests’ heads. Whoever had done the magical trick for this ball deserves an award. It’s truly a work of art. “This is beautiful,” I gush, referring to the decor of the house. “Everything looks unreal.” “You like?” Aiden leads me into the ball room and it’s just as lovely as what I’d seen in the foyer. There are couples dancing in the middle of the room. Lovely orchestra music is playing. “I intend to dance with you.” Aiden presses his lips to the shell of my ear. “But first, I must fetch you a glass of wine. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.”

I came here to discover Sienna's goal and use it to my own leverage. I pushed open the glass door and stepped into an exquisite looking ballroom. The ballroom was carved from money—glass walls, black marble floors, spotlights diffused just right to make everyone look more important than they really were. Everything about it was curated for vanity. And tonight? I wasn’t here to blend in. I was here to haunt someone.

I looked out the tinted window seeing the city lights go by really fast, while Sebastian sat across from me looking straight ahead, not moving at all. We arrived within a minute. The doors opened to a world that I had only seen in movies before. The ballroom was really big. It had high ceilings and huge crystal chandeliers that hung down, shining bright lights everywhere. The walls were decorated with lots of red roses and really big oil paintings that were probably very expensive. The ballroom smelled like money. The waiters were all dressed up in suits and they ran around with trays of champagne and cocktails. This was the Pumpaya’s annual ball.

The chandeliers bled light like silver veins slit open, their crystal tears cascading onto the marbled floor of the Grand Hall in shimmering, soundless grief. Music whispered through the space, delicate yet macabre, like the echo of a waltz composed in a cursed land long swallowed by dust and prophecy. This was not simply a ball. This was The Ball of Blood and Ash. A masquerade of power. A crucible dressed in velvet and venom. Where each step was a declaration, every gesture a provocation.

Unlike Marcus, who has a heavy load of issues, she chose to keep quiet and sparingly smile at the person next to her, even though she really wanted to tell her what happened. "Okay. Then don't be tense, Margaux. We went to this muchàs Gràcias celebration and not a farewell party," Scarlet's pushes her to convince herself that she's just hallucinating. That voice, that way of touching is very real. She stared at the stage as the audience applauded, and the entrance of Tanner and Lucifer from the backstage to the front added to the awe. Specifically, girls, because the names of the two Ackermans will be sold to women who adore their natural charisma and good looks.

he growled, pulling away from the kiss as my hand wrapped around his erection. The dim light carved his face into something dangerous, his eyes devouring me whole. I stroked him slowly, back and forth, and he buried his face into my shoulder, his body trembling with pleasure. Across the room, Marley was still watching me. Two girls knelt at his feet, one sucking his balls while the other licked his tip, yet his gaze never left me. My lips curled into a smirk. Let him watch. I stroked Andrew faster, cupping his balls with my free hand. A muffled moan escaped him, vibrating against my skin.