Can L Have This Dance Novels & Stories

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Lydia yelled while grabbing our hands and pulling us over to the dance floor. We began dancing like mad ones, not caring about anything in our drunken state moving our bodies, shaking our hips in a sexy way attracting every single man on the dance floor. The music is all nineteen nineties but we're dancing like it's jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as we change sides. We're all grins, we look like idiots and we don't care. Inside we're just happy, happy, and more alive than we can ever be. I feel the part of me that's really me comes out to play, to feel the vibe of the music, and let my body go free. I notice a blonde guy moving closer towards Lydia from her behind while dancing and m

Oh la la la, It's a special occasion Oh la la, la la, Such a happy occasion Oh la la la, It's a special occasion Oh la la, la la, Such a happy occasion I wanna go dancing, yeah yeah yeah I wanna go dancing I wanna go dancing I wanna go dancing. Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! It's a special occasion

“Tambre and Tenley will steal you away from me, but I promise to dance with you at least once tonight. We will eat soon, though, once more guests arrive.” Harper looks stunned and her face turns crimson. “I don’t know how to dance, Layken.” “Well, fortunately for both of us, I am skilled in dancing. I’ve been to so many of these galas and my mom made us all take lessons growing up. Don’t worry, it doesn’t need to be perfect. I would be happy with us holding each other and swaying back and forth. It doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you.”

- Excuse me, she's my dance partner. After saying that, without letting Loke say more, he dragged Lilly to the dance floor, the gentle waltz music sounded. Those who were dancing also stopped to give the stage to them. The two of them were like auras that everyone who looked at them were both envious and envious of. From afar, a middle-aged man couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the girl on the dance floor.

Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge. Catherine changed her dancing style into krump to provoke Tristan and she saw him smirk. Tristan started dancing his style was that of flowy and lock type of dance. The ballet dancers eased up and started having fun. Lyra was at the back as she had only done ballet and contemporary. The music changed into “Turn down for what” and almost everyone cheered.

Ryder’s shoulders shook with silent laughter before I felt his arms tightened around me. It felt so good being in his arms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I joined the guys for lunch in the cafeteria, Shelly straight away pulled me into the discussion that was left halfway yesterday. “Lea, did you think about what we should do… for the dance competition?” Shelly asked while holding onto my right arm. “I couldn’t come up with something…” I trailed off. “I was thinking about trying tango but -” “What?” “I don’t know anyone who can dance tango.” Shelly shook her head from side to side.

Currently, I was being dragged by Lila towards the living room where people with high hormones dancing without a care. "What's the point of coming here but you won't dance? Come! Dance with me!" Lila's strength was not something to laugh at. She can't beat a whole grown man without giving the other party a chance to fight back. As someone who was not sporty, I don't stand a chance. I could only hug her arm as I forced my feet took root in the ground. "No-! I don't want to!" "Then why the hell did you come here for?!"

—dried glasses again. Wrinkle your face, frustrated. I didn't want to dance and have men look at me with those depraved and morbid looks, but they had a position, I could earn that money and I couldn't afford to lose it. Also, I could try. "Let's say that if I accept," I looked at him, lowering my voice. Can I wear masks while dancing? "I wanted to know. I didn't want anyone to know me. The boy thought about it.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.