Blossom Dancing Novels & Stories

"If it weren't for Yvonne forcing him into marriage just because of her family's status, who would even want her with her stuck-up attitude?" One of the groomsmen popped open a champagne bottle and laughed heartily as Willow playfully shoved both him and Zachary into the pool. "She's my sister! You guys better not badmouth her in front of me!" Zachary resurfaced, water dripping down his body as he pinned Willow down and kissed her. Everyone kept laughing and teasing. It was obvious that Willow pulled this kind of joke often. She never took me seriously. The groomsman in the water slicked back his hair and brought me up again. "Zachary, you're getting married to Yvonne next week. Don't you th

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

A neat document on the table with lots of drinks. Bloom tilted my chin "Open wide..." she giggled and I did as she poured the liquid down my throat. It was sweet like lemonade, the flavors burst into strawberries and I took the bottle and drank more. They laughed and started dancing sensually to the music playing. It was a soft Rnb. They were touching their bodies and I watched awestruck.

"I know. I deal with them for Evan—who is neither an asshole or a prick." Bea downed her drink in one chug. "Let's go dance." I was entirely out of my comfort zone as I allowed Bea to drag me into the living room—that had been turned into the make-shift dance floor. I joined her, dancing between the crowd with sweaty bodies grinding all around me. I hated it and didn't want to do this—but Bea was agitated and it would help diminish her bubbling irritation. "Woah." I stumbled on my feet, almost falling. A pair of arms caught me, helping me find my footing.

"Have previous brides ever touched here?" I moved my hands to his lower abdomen. "How about this part? Did the previous Blossom Brides attempt this step? Did they ever marvel at the god's power?" I was not sure if it was just my imagination, but it felt as though he was trembling ever so slightly. However, the women had said the god would not move. Only our own efforts could complete the ritual and bring the blessing. I took a deep breath and prepared to continue. The next moment, the space around me suddenly seemed crowded with unseen observers…

I was alone at my table when Rose and Dean approached me, forcing me to dance later for the cotillion de honor, which I wasn’t part of. “Come on, Akemi. Maybe you’ll meet your soulmate, right?” said Dean, her natural beauty enhanced in her blue lacey dress. She was standing beside me with her arms crossed. “ I can’t dance, Dean, Rose. Besides, I didn’t practice,” I explained. “The steps are easy, come on!” Rose grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up. “Yeah, Dean’s right. It’s really easy, Akemi. You're brilliant and you can cope with it easily.”

Her movements were a blend of elegance and innocence, echoing the dances of her childhood. She began to swing gently, gradually speeding up as she turned around like a wave, her movements mirroring the dance of a delicate flower in the wind. As the swing ascended, Natalie lifted herself off with a light twirl, landing back with effortless grace. She crouched down in the same manner as a dancer does during their performance. "Wow," Liam got on his feet and began to clap for her. "That was breathtaking. You danced like a fairytale princess." Natalie laughs with sparkling eyes. "Sometimes, you have to let go and dance with the magic around you."

Alessia's POV AFTER we entered the courtyard with Stefano we watched Valeria's proud dance. Stefano told me that that dance is Faerie Dance. This dance is not simply danced anywhere because it is only done with every blessing of the moon. This dance is truly beautiful and it is the first time I have seen such a dance. It's like flying in the air—no, they can slightly fly, maybe they learned martial arts and they can do that.

Whitney suggested, her expression remaining perfectly composed. Ashton nodded, replying, "It's fine by me. Rumor says that every woman in Blossom Hall has her own unique charms. I'm quite curious to see what kind of allure your body possesses when you dance, Ms. Wright." Whitney, under the weight of Ashton's predatory gaze, took a deep breath and forced a captivating smile back onto her face. She then swayed her delicate body, dancing gracefully right before Ashton's eyes. It had to be said that Whiney was irresistibly seductive—every movement of hers was incredibly intoxicating.