Slow Dancing Burning Room Novels & Stories

Sasha steps back. “Tomorrow.” James nods. And she’s tugging at my sleeve again, this time back where we came from. December 15th, 2012 Almost midnight The room goes silent for a moment. A sweaty, bare chest rocks up into the back of my neck. Someone stomps on my toe. But we’re waiting. At least, I am. The room goes dark. In an instant, the evil pop roars back in full force and the whole sea of mangled, sweaty dancers swell with its sound. Leaping into the air. I join, only a moment or two out of time. The world seems to be moving a little faster than I am. Or my brain is moving a little slower. I think I’m drunk.

But the danger had only just begun. ​The lights in the ballroom dimmed. A single spotlight fell on the dance floor. Lucas stepped forward and pulled my hand away from Edward with a firm tug. "Sorry, Mr. Smith, but Sophia is contracted only to dance with me tonight." ​Lucas pulled me onto the dance floor. A mournful yet intense violin melody began to play. He grabbed my waist and pressed me forcefully against him. With every movement of the dance, he spun me as if I were a lifeless doll.

Mark my words, human! The music started and the gorgeous, sexy woman on stage, directly focusing on him, turned and swayed to the rhythm of the seductive and naughty song playing over the darkened pub’s powerful wall speakers. "I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight" the Komodo version was her chosen background music, and as she danced, the mysterious pole dancer kept staring at the Gamma as if he was going to be her next meal.

She reached out and yanked my arm. "Move! We don't have time. They'll kill us," she hissed, her voice tight with urgency."There's a place—I think you might remember it too." The door swung open, and we stumbled into an enormous white hall. Rows upon rows of metal tables and chairs stretched before us like a forgotten assembly line. The fluorescent lights buzzed above, too bright, almost sterile. The room was vast, echoing, institutional—like a lecture hall or indoctrination chamber. A giant white screen loomed at the front of the room. Printed on it, stark and unmistakable, was the symbol: a bold, double N.

, stammered Mrs Young trying to find the right words to calm the angry Mrs Suinne "I think we have been embarrassed enough Mrs Young, we'll call it a Night", interrupted Mrs Suinne as she left the party with her head held high. Unaffected by Taylor's words, Mr Suinne gave a little nod as he gently stroked Mrs Young's shoulder and out he went with the angry Alicia following behind. END OF FLASHBACK

Says the bouncer after getting our tickets. He holds out a plastic bin. We look at each other and agree to put our phones in. Now our only contact with Leon and Bruno is gone. We will only know if his father is here if we see him. The bouncer opens the door, and I follow Liam inside. The music instantly made my head pound. It is sensual, but they have the bass almost shaking the building. The lights are super dim. There are strategically placed red lamps above each attraction. I see a hallway to my left that has different doors. Each one you can peer into and see a different sex position.

It was funny how I'd been kept in the dark for five years, as I'd fallen for her claim of wanting to keep a low profile again and again. It wasn't that she didn't want to celebrate it. It was that I didn't deserve to be celebrated. With my eyelids drooping and my breathing growing faint, the paramedic started crying out of desperation. Seeing how bloody I was and how close I was to death, she borrowed an electric scooter from a kind stranger and rushed me out of the ambulance. We were so close to the venue that I even heard Brandon ask, "Babe, what's that thing on the scooter? It's gross…"

The lights in the lounge dimmed even further, turning the room into a moody sea of shadows. "Oh, it's a slow song!" Brenna gasped, jumping up from her seat and grabbing Jeremy’s hand. "Jeremy, come on! You have to dance with me! You promised!" Jeremy didn't want to move. I could tell by the way his shoulders tensed, but Brenna yanked his arm aggressively. He stood up slowly, his dark eyes locked dead on me as Brenna pulled him toward the crowded dance floor. "Hey," Noah said, standing up next to me and extending his hand with a soft, hopeful smile. "Want to dance, Anna? We can show them the garage monkey version of a slow dance."

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. “I know exactly what I’m saying. And so do you.” The music grew, couples beginning to dance. Charles tugged me into his arms, his grip uncomfortably tight. I moved stiffly, every step mechanical. My eyes wanderedsearching, deceiving meuntil they found Nathaniel standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching me with a hunger that stripped me bare. Charles spun me, saying, “Keep looking at him like that and I’ll remind you who you belong to.”

Duncan stated, trying to calm his friend's nerves. While gulping down a glass of tequila, something caught his attention, it was a petite brunette girl dressed in a grey trousers and a baggy white top as she passed through the crowd of people dancing, she is so different and out of place in the club unlike other female humans who were dressed in skimpy gowns, but something about her sparked an unknown feeling in Marcus and it all seemed weird to him because he had never felt so...possessive and wanting to have someone. Her face was not clear enough but he watched every of her movements, as she constantly bites her lower lip and Marcus couldn't help but have the urge to feed on those lips.