Broomstick Dance Novels & Stories

I hated that he was the only kid here, so hopefully we could rectify that soon somehow. “Can I have this dance, Brian?” I asked, holding my hand out to him. He nodded and stomped his feet to the beat. I held his hand and matched his moves. We moved quickly around the floor. Our laughter echoed around the room. He was so happy and moved his feet like an expert. He freestyled and threw in some Michael Jackson moves.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Harry sighed and snaked his arm round Brooklyn's waist, letting her lean onto him. "Not enough," Brooklyn shrugged and stumbled when she stepped away from Harry. "Oops," she giggled. "Where are you going?" Harry asked and Brooklyn turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. "To dance," she said, "and you can't stop me." Harry took a moment to appreciate how hot Brooklyn looked, despite her drunk state, and he then followed her through the house. "I love this song!" She squealed and turned to face Harry when they reached the room where everyone was dancing.

I couldn’t help but to burst laughing and he chuckled back at me as we all made our way to the dance floor. We all danced together and as a group. Trevor introduced me to a couple friends barely hearing the words over the music I wasn’t sure I would remember them anyway. I was almost midnight. Trevor grabbed my wrist quickly and pulled me close and flush against him. Tingle erupted every where and my body heated in react to him. “My staff said that you would enjoy this.” He told me, his cheek almost touching mine and his breath fans it. “Enjoy what?” I asked, he let go over my wrist just as the DJ shouted, “End of summer in . . 5 , 4 , 3” Trevor smiled at me and all my friends were also shou

Right supernatural gifts. “Let’s go dance, Pam,” Malcolm suggested as he snaked an arm around the girl. “I’m sure your friend can handle the Professors.” A song I didn’t recognize started to play. The lyrics were about a body shop and doing something unholy. Pamela squealed over the song, tugging Malcolm by the arm to dance. I glanced at the students dancing. It was reminiscent of a mating ritual with clothes on. Certainly not the sort of dancing I do. I’m no saint or anything, but I don’t dance like that.

It would be complete madness. I approached my brother, doing a little dance with him. One thing that we kill at is dancing, that is on the tip of our toes. I sway my body to the rhythm of the music, watching him do the same thing in complete harmony. I smile at him, setting my glass on the table and taking his hand, dancing together. Ethan approaches, with his niece. At first they are very shy, extremely awkward. Before long, they get into the rhythm of the dance and begin to act.

I could hold her like this forever. Then Music started blaring and everyone started dancing. Cam started passing out drinks, and things started to loosen up. Willow smiled at me and took my hand to lead me over to where everyone was dancing. “Dance with me, Brax.” She said, I watched as she walked in front of me. Her hips were swaying from side to side. Damn, she’s hypnotizing.

The atmosphere was electric, and the soft glow of the chandeliers illuminated the dance floor, creating a magical ambiance. She and Liam had practiced their dance earlier that morning, and now it was time to showcase their hard work. With a smile on her face, Isla took Liam's hand, and they stepped onto the dance floor together. The rhythm of the music enveloped them, and Isla felt herself getting lost in the moment. She spun and twirled like a white lily in her flowing gown, the fabric swirling around her as she moved gracefully. Liam matched her every step, his movements fluid and confident, guiding her effortlessly across the floor.

"Now then, husband, I cooked you dinner, you have to dance with me." "Does it fill the romance quota for the day?" She nodded. "I really don't feel com," Brooke grabbed his hand and tugged at him. Her hands were still weak, but not as curled as they had been a month ago. "I don't care what you feel comfortable doing. I want to dance, husband." He stood and let her lead him out to the empty floor. Brooke swayed and shimmied to the music. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. He made some awkward attempts at matching her moves.

Lucas munched and said with a glint in his eyes, "She's a good dancer. Come on, Louisa, make that pair of your long legs useful and dance for His Excellency." I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me, but I kind of saw it coming. Alpha Zackery smiled gracefully and said, "If you don't want to dance, it's totally fine by me." I stared at Lucas and said, "Now, I want to dance. But this dance is unique. I might need some props." "Wow, that's enticing. What kind of props do you need for this dance, Miss Louisa?" Alpha Zackery asked. "A sword," I replied.