Broomstick Dance Novels & Stories

"Enough staring. It's time to dance." The music begins, a primal melody, and wolves hit the dance floor. Bran offers his hand to me. "Dance with me." I don't hesitate. Because tonight, with the moon shining and the festival buzzing around us... I don't want to resist happiness. I hold his hand. Bran smiles. He drags me to the dance floor, one hand on my waist and the other holding mine. We begin gently, swaying to the music's beat. The world disappears; it's just us as his thumb circles my skin. Our steps sync effortlessly, and he keeps his gaze on me.

After taking a bath, she hurriedly held me by the arms and asked if we could do some silly romantic dance. I did not know what got into her but I also felt like dancing will make this moment unforgettable. Though I don't know if we can call it a dance, we just flowed with others movements while having our bodies closer as the they can be. And like magic, I secretly undid her towel and when while she was down picking it up, I undid mine as well and my stick is already at the side of her face. I jokingly made a sweeping motion with my body and she was startled that my rod hit her cheek.

There was a lot of food and people were already paired up in dance. ‘’Let’s dance together,’’ I said, pulling Bree to the dance floor. Aaron helped himself by the door. I felt sorry for the women who would approach him for a dance. The dance was a Minuetto dance. A slow dance. We moved in circular motion, taking measured steps to the sound of the music. A group of people with elaborate costumes and masks were approaching the dance. ‘’Who are these?’’ Bree whispered to me. ‘’The casino of the spirits,’’ I whispered back. ‘’’They have some mystical powers, some people have said and they can tell you things about your future or your past. But they have to approach you by themselves.’’

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

She went on showing her ability by dancing ballet. Belle was just astonished, watching herself moving and dancing beside the lake that her feet had raised before she realized it. Leon tapped the seat beside him, calling her to sit which she did just that. “We’re missing something,” he said, and an inky piano appears beside them, playing a song that only made tonight felt more like a magical runaway for her. Belle enjoyed the music, humming on it as she knew the classical piece. The night was gloomy with the darkness of it, the moon was bright and silver, looking as though it was ready to light the travels of ghosts that only happen at night.

I’m about to slip off for another drink when Boot Scootin’ Boogie starts to play and Jake twirls me into a Sweetheart move and back out again. I’m not much of a country swing dancer but Jake’s a good leader. By the time the song comes to a close, I’ve been whirled and twirled and even turned upside down once or twice. I’m leaning on Jake, sweating like a pig and trying to catch my breath when a warm vibration ignites under my skin, radiating outward from my core.

“Oh, no, you're right. It’s like, they’ve got these moves that are either too fluid like they're about to shift at any moment, or they’re so stiff that I’m pretty sure they’re just trying to avoid stepping on anyone’s tail.” She chuckles, but then her expression turns a little more serious as she leans in closer. “Like, that guy?” She tilts her head toward a couple near the edge of the dance floor, one of the pack members twirling his partner in a way that’s honestly borderline acrobatic. “I swear, he’s like, one wrong move away from taking flight. Does he think he’s auditioning for the ‘werewolf Olympics’ or something?” I can’t help but snort, almost losing my footing for a second. “Serious

"I don't know how to dance. Mum bought me these." "It's simple," James said as he jumped off the bed, moved to the center, and twirled like a ballerina, his tiny boots lightly tapping on the wooden floor. The girls laughed at his cuteness, while Brownie barked happily and joined his friend, wiggling round and round as well.

The room, with its opulent décor, seemed to shimmer with the anticipation of a dance that defied expectations. She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but he held on, determined to convince her. Laughter and music intertwined, filling the air with a festive vibe. The dance floor beckoned, a space where stories unfolded in the rhythm of shared steps. When her attempts to escape proved futile, Eleanor decided to employ a different tactic. She feigned pain, her eyes narrowing as she bent down to clutch her foot. The room, with its subtle lighting and swirling patterns on the dance floor, bore witness to this orchestrated drama.

You can't afford to show them a single weakness. And on we went to the dance floor next; the Reveldronian Royal's way of dancing was a more peculiar than the rest of the crowd. Even though you are on your heels, you have to be always on your tiptoes as you danced. I don't exactly know how to well describe it but it was very complicated to say the least. You have to get the hang of things after you first start your dancing lessons. When I first did start my lessons I had a kind of body ache that was unique all on its own. It was the kind of pain that made you feel someone was stretching your muscles out of your bones. You just felt like why are you even alive! I wanted to applaud the Mummy si