Blossom Dancing Novels & Stories

Blair sniffed and a smile found it’s way to her lips, “I love you too, Ashier.” Ashier stretched out her hand, “Will you dance with me?” She nodded, “Yes.” She responded and passed the flower to the maid beside her, before they took their positions to dance and waiting for the music to come on. The gentle melody of the music filled the room, enveloping Blair and Ashier in its sweet embrace. They stood in each other's arms, their bodies swaying gracefully to the rhythmic tones. As they danced, their movements were fluid and synchronized, a perfect reflection of their deep connection and love for one another.

“Like what?” “That thing you were doing while you were dancing with Flame the other night.” Breeze backed up and held up her arms to wiggle her hips. “This move.” Jessie slid her arms up and showed her. She did a turn and swayed her hips, something she’d learned in a belly dancing class years before. Breeze mimicked her and so did a few of the other women nearby. She showed them what she knew, happy to teach them. Breeze moved closer.

Music, dancing, a show of wealth and goodwill. He stood at the head of the table, his voice booming. “And as is tradition,” he declared, “the Lunas and high-ranking ladies will perform the Moon Blessing Dance. To honor our guests and the pact we are forging.” It was an old, graceful dance. A story of strength and grace told with the body.

Damon was dancing closely with Ashley. Braze with Sammy. And Rose was busy with her food, but she was really missing Mile a lot. Party songs were making the environment more beautiful. They were a bit drunk, and they were dancing, drinking, laughing, and enjoying the beauty and fun of this night. Rose came back, and they started to play games: truth and dare, and in dares, they gave only one: kiss your love on the lips! And when it comes to Rose, they make her dance like a monkey. They all burst into laughter.

Her thick eyelashes fluttered playfully at him. "I'll consider it," he replied, jokingly not agreeing to what she wanted. He sardonically raised one eyebrow. In the rooftop garden... The moon shone brightly. The night breeze blew softly, and the rich scent of gardenia blossoms permeated the air. Hazel started a tango, a dance she had previously learned for Hanson. He was known as the dance king in Donghua University for four years. Thus, Hazel did her best to become the university's dance queen who was worthy of dancing with him at the Yuletide Ball.

Daisy said. "Anyways since we are now together, I and Lora plan to do a show together. She sings and I dance my ballet, It will be fun and will be a big show." Nora said, lifting up one of her legs and started dancing around her room. Daisy flew away from her shoulder and started dancing ballet in the mid-air together with Nora. Nora stopped dancing after a while and smiled at her little fairy who was still dancing nonstop. She took that opportunity to excuse herself and went straight to her bathroom and took her bath.

The two locked eyes on each other for a while until Dylan turned back. '...what? You saw me! But why!’ Fuschia tightened her jaw. As the dance gets close to the climax, their bodies are getting closer to each other. There are even some dancing couples who seem to hug each other. And a few others left the dance floor with their lips locked on each other. 'No. Don't." Fushcia trembled. She bit her lip so hard as she watched Dylan and Maryah's faces getting closer. The cheers of the nobles present around the dance floor filled Fuschia's ears. Their cheers were implied as encouragement for the pair to immediately close their lips with a kiss.

This was the only festivity celebrated in the Cloud City, the single event in which all guardians participated and mingled with other inhabitants of the city. There was a meadow in the Night-Blooming Garden, where people went to plant new flower seeds after sunset. No one knew when this tradition started, but people had been doing it for hundreds of years, and at some point someone thought it was also an auspicious time to send prayers to Heaven. After planting the flower seeds, one would send off a lantern with prayers so that the flowers would sprout and grow beautiful and strong. “Ayla, are you ready?” It was Gabriel who came to knock at her door.

Dancing is for slaves and peasants to entertain them. Our song is about to play as we stand spaced apart on the stage at the hall. I feel an intense gaze focused on me. It’s hard to see with the stage lights shining. “The moon is smiling upon the fields. The moon is smiling upon the fields. The evening primrose opens and gives her lemon scented bloom, As daylight fades she opens herself to the goddess, Pluck the most beautiful blooms and give them as tribute!” The singers croon.

I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him. His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. The rhythm was slow, a perfect match for the ambiance. He twirled me gracefully and then pulled me back into his embrace. We moved in harmony, our dance gradually attracting others to join us. Resting my head on Artemy's shoulder, I surrendered to his lead. The moment felt almost surreal, a pinnacle of perfection that brought tears to my eyes. Our dance continued, an unspoken agreement that neither of us wanted to relinquish.