World's End Dancehall の小説・ストーリー

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Heading to the bar, we order six Patron shots and down them in quick succession. We order Margaritas after then find a secluded spot in the corner. The more I drink, the more fluid my body becomes and I forget all my troubles! Sapphire finds a dance partner and starts gyrating on him while I continue dancing by myself. Being a Jamaican has its perks, for me that's a small waist, big butt and the waistline likened to a belly dancer! The DJ starts playing my favorite artist Dexta Daps and I get wild on the dance floor. A few minutes in, an arm latches unto my waist and the person starts matching my pace and movements.

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ

"We found Mr. Hale's personal belongings at Echo Chamber, but he's missing. There was a violent altercation there last night. The police have sealed off the area. There's blood everywhere. They say... someone died." "What?" Julia trembled violently. "Say that again?" "The police said the person who died was likely Mr. Hale."

He comes through the aisle, then just before reaching the opening, he turns left, like he knew I was there. Fuck. We got only a second. "NOW!" The workers shove, two enormous flour sacks tip from the stack, the impact sends flour exploding into the air like a bomb, the entire aisle disappears inside a white cloud. I step out, brushing flour off my hands, chest heaving. “Fuck, he's covered.” I mutter, staring at Evan now. Holy shit! We actually got him. This is going to keep me happy for weeks. The warehouse erupts—Cheers bounce off the shelves. Whistles cut through the noise. Somebody starts clapping like this is the greatest thing they've seen all week.

Before I could react, Lucas’s hand shot out, seizing me by the throat and slamming me onto the table. His grip was crushing, suffocating, as if he truly meant to strangle me. "You think your debt is repaid? That you can just kill someone and walk free?" His voice was ice, laced with fury. "The world doesn’t work that way, Lily!" He finally let go, but the force sent me reeling backward into the wall behind me. A sharp pain exploded in the back of my skull, followed by a warm trickle of liquid seeping down my neck.

they complained. You’d come over and you’d stay the night Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant If the world was ending You’d come over, right? “We’ll guess, whether it’s true or not!” Alex suggested, so I looked at them with wide eyes, but they just grinned even more and raised their hands. “We’re in, so we can move on from the player.” The sky’d be falling and I’d hold you tight And there wouldn’t be a reason why We would even have to say goodbye If the world was ending You’d come over, right?

"Then tonight, we dance like kings and queens of a dying world." Talana took his arm, and together, they stepped back into the fire. The first dance of the new empire.

On the day of Sandra Kinsey's ovulation, I went to wait for her at the dance studio, just as we'd agreed. The corridor behind the office stretched out long and silent, as always. But this time, faint music drifted from the far end—music in a place that should've been still and undisturbed. Under the studio lights, two shadows danced on the frosted glass, intertwined. A bad feeling bloomed in my chest. The dance studio was Sandra's private sanctuary. Since our marriage, it had become something more—our secret playground, a space reserved for small adventures, a place we returned to again and again when the ordinary grew stale.