Christmas Dances Novels & Stories

I was getting older and being unmarried and a traitor’s daughter would only make people talk more. The dance was finally over, and I gave Phoenix a quick, forced smile before I made my way back to the side. After that, I did what I could do best—had learned to do best—I pretended I wasn’t there. My aunt choosing modest dresses in subdued colors from last year’s collection definitely helped with that. I couldn’t wait for the Romano Christmas party to be over. Christmastime was connected to too many horrible memories.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Her big smile lit up her face as each syllable reverberated, and she and Cassandra sang along to the music : “You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good I need that Charles Dickens You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs. I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen I don't even know, I'm talkin' Christmas I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah) Caught up in the loveliness of the music, she lost herself to the dance, her movements completely in sync with the jubilant tempo of the song.

A part of me that I didn’t want to acknowledge wished I had met him before John, or that he had been a closer friend. “I should get going now,” he said, finally breaking the silence and walking back to his car. He turned back to me. “Billie, about the school party, would you mind if I were your dance partner?” Dance partner? It was true that our Christmas high school party was just a few days away, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I had never attended one before because I had no one to dance with, nor did I even feel like anyone knew me. The last time I went to the Christmas party was when Blake tricked me into thinking she was being nice. For once, I thought, wow, my sister is nice to

“But it’s the generosity of people like you that makes these events possible.” Another man, dressed in a navy suit, stepped forward. “Your leadership inspires us all, Hyperion. The world is lucky to have you.” I bit my tongue, swallowing the bitter words that threatened to spill. Alex responded with a humble laugh, the kind that wasn’t humble at all. “I just returned from St. Moritz,” Clarissa said, her tone carrying a deliberate casualness. “The skiing was divine, though the weather could’ve been better.” Another woman, draped in emerald silk, nodded in agreement. “Oh, Clarissa, St. Moritz is lovely, but you simply must try Aspen next season. We had a private chalet—absolutely exclusive.”

"Christmas ball?" She nods. "There are four balls every year. The house of water arranges the Christmas one. The boys get to ask the ladies for a dance, and sometimes, even if you have yet to turn eighteen, dancing with the right partner will make you realize if they are your mate or not." My eyes focus on the bedsheets. There is a throbbing within me. A distant longing I've never felt until now. When I made fire rain from the sky, I admitted my biggest fear—being alone.

Amelia comes towards me, reaching out her hand towards me. I gladly take it, dancing with her is so much fun and it gives me the chance to be close to her. Once we’re in the middle of the open space, I twirl her around and spin her in and out of me to the sound of "Rocking around the Christmas tree", causing her to giggle and at the same time she’s giving me that hungry look which she gets whenever she becomes turned on. This is an innocent dance, but we’ve had some very dirty dances here in the last days, too. Which ended up in me bending her over the couch or taking her on the kitchen counter or many other ways.

As they were on their way there, they chatted about the town event. “I was doing some dance choreography for the town’s Thanksgiving event, and I was wondering if you would love to do the couple’s dance with me?” She asked, making Christopher pull Hammer’s reins to a stop. “Are you sure you want me to dance with you in front of a hundred people? I mean, dancing at the barn, just us, is one thing. But in front of a crowd, that’s different.” “Well, it’s more like thousands. People from other towns join the festivities, but not to worry. We can rehearse after we do our homework and maybe work on some stage fright. The barn is the perfect spot for it. What do you say?”

Amanda was chattering about the party, while Roberth daydreamed about Sarah's smile. -So, Camille said that the party will pay homage to countries and cultures, and we should dress according to a culture that we like... and we should bring a typical dish or drink in addition to being dressed... - Yup... - You must think of something so we can combine love! It will be too perfect, hahahahahaha - Amanda, my queen, you think about the clothes... I'm not very excited for this party in general... - Robert!? Like this? – Amanda felt her face turn red. – Don’t you want to get ready for the biggest party of the semester?

I and Scott holds on to the switch and after everyone counted from one to three, we pressed it and the tree lighted up. Last Christmas by Taylor Swift is played through the house as everyone screams Merry Christmas. I pull Scott's had to dance with me when I see others dancing. "No fucking way I'm dancing!" He pouts. "You already got me to wear a red shirt and no way I'm doing two hideous things in a day" "Come on, Scott" I pinch his sides. "Nolan and I used to dance to this song" I say and his eyes suddenly widen, his head perking up.