12 Dancing Princesses Derek Novels & Stories

I breathed, letting my tensed shoulder drop a little, but continued, "I just... I can't help but have this feeling she'll pop out of nowhere at any time like some pop cake or whatever." Deacon chuckled, a low, dark sound. "If she does, she’ll be the shortest-lived dessert in history." I narrowed my eyes on him but laughed nevertheless. The orchestra then started another tune. It was a slow, and hauntingly beautiful waltz. In an instant, the crowd parted, creating a wide circle for us in the center of the room. "May I have this dance, my Princess?" Deacon asked, bowing formally. "You may, my Prince," I replied, curtseying as best I could in the heavy gown.

"Then we meet him. Together. Both clubs present so nobody tries anything stupid." We moved as a group toward the main hall, Vipers and Reapers forming a protective circle around me. Through the crowd, I saw him—Derek Morrison. He looked like a younger, crueler version of Albert. Same build, same dark hair, but where Albert's eyes were cold calculation, Derek's held something wild and unstable. He smiled when he saw me, and every instinct screamed danger. "There she is," Derek said, voice carrying across the room. "The princess who is going to save us all."

Sasha had made sure to take care of the decorations herself, and everything was stunning. As custom, Sasha and Damian had to have the first dance, but as soon as the dance floor was opened for all, Desiree shot to her feet with her heavily pregnant self, grabbing Gerald's hand. “Come, let's go and dance.” Gerald frowned. “Princess, aren't you exhausted? You shouldn't stress–” “Come on. Let me have some fun.” With that, she tugged at his hand, and Gerald went along without protest this time. The mood was joyous, the energy upbeat, but Desiree was the one who seemed to have the most energy.

"It's been a pleasure, Queen Alayna." He bows his head slightly and then escorts me off the dance floor. We sit down at the table and Joseph brings us some wine. It’s the best wine that I have ever had. It doesn’t take long before I start to feel drunk. Derek and I get separated again. I see him dancing with girls or talking to the men. He’s having a good time and it makes me happy. Joseph stays by my side. We dance a few more times before my feet are too sore. We walk back to a table that is set up just for us. "Everyone thinks that you are beautiful tonight, Princess. I happen to agree.” He wraps his arm around my waist and smiles. Then he suddenly becomes sad. “What will you do when you g

"Vanessa, I—" Before he could finish, Derek's voice cut in like a blade of ice. "There you are." Derek had appeared out of nowhere, his tall frame cutting off Cyrus's line of sight. He moved in with an aggressive, territorial grace, turning to Tabitha. His voice was steady but left no room for an argument. "Vanessa, would you be my partner for the first dance?" Tabitha looked up. Derek's eyes were already starting to glow with a faint golden tint. She felt a shiver run down her spine and nodded instinctively. "Okay."

Thankfully, we already had plenty of decorations and had many people who were willing to put in a lot of overtime to get everything perfect. Then there was the showcase. We had representation for the sphinxes, dragons, Nabellos, Fae, and sirens. Each of them had their own cool shit. There was an amazing prayer dance that sphinxes learned. It was danced in prayer and worship to the Goddess Bastet. Sera had shown it to me, and I was enthralled. There was a really cool siren song that would also be performed. The Nabellos would be performing a fire dance that I could not wait to see performed in the dress rehearsals that would be starting early next week.

His eyes went over Derek's arm around my waist and then to Derek's face. That dirty, flirting bastard! “Alpha Daven.” Derek nodded curtly to Daven. “Prince Derek!” Daven nodded too. “I see it didn't take long for you to start making friends.” He said. “Oh yes,” Derek smirked. “Beautiful young girls are my specialty.” I winced at his words, but Daven's eyes boiled with rage. Daisy was quick to notice and immediately pulled Daven away. “Come on, honey. We have issues to tend to, don't we?” Daisy said.

Swaying to the beat of the music, I feel my body finally relax while I mix in with the crowd at Dancing Desires, the nightclub Hunter owns. The nightclub Jonathan never let me go to. The nightclub I was now dancing in after I convinced Hunter to let me join him tonight.

I said, stepping up beside him. Derek turned to look at me. "Only one dance, Leo. I'll return her in perfect condition." He returned his eyes to Freya. "You've been sitting here long enough, Freya. Come and dance with me. You're the most beautiful woman in this room and you're wasting it on this sofa." I watched as Freya took his hand. I felt the very reasonable urge to rip her hand from his. Bile rose in the back of my throat. Derek's hand settled at Freya's waist and drew her in. She didn't step away. Instead, her neck tilted as she laughed at something he said.

“That sounds kind of stupid,” Levy told Daniela who nodded as she agreed with her with a chuckle, “ You are right about that, my father’s ideas are always kind of stupid in one way or another.” “ Oh look it seems that my cousin is getting on the dance floor,” she added after a short pause and Levy turned to look in the same direction as Daniela. To her surprise, she found that the person who was dancing with Derek was none other than Rachel who seemed to have dolled herself just for the very occasion as she was dressed in a black dress with her hair coloured into a brunette shade, gone were her pink locks and with her green eyes she looked rather amicable.