Coraline Dance Novels & Stories

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

He would start by watching five of us, and if he was satisfied, the rest would be considered for a future opportunity. The first name he called was mine. Of course, I hadn’t registered with my real name—I used the pseudonym Almendra. I smiled like a little girl, grinning from ear to ear, just because I’d been chosen first. Then he called four more women. We would dance in the order we were selected, so I went first. I chose a very sensual version of the song “Feeling Good” and started moving like a cat trying to catch the attention of the alpha male. I put into practice everything I’d learned in dance class and added a sensuality that had been repressed for far too long.

Adam said as I was glaring at him before he was leaving the stage. “Then, maybe I should change that requirement myself,” I said as I took off with my laptop in my beg and I was running toward the door and got out of the conference hall. “Damn it,” I said as I was running in the high heels. I don’t even know why I bothered to doll up tonight. I just stuck my head on something hard to do this stupid decision. I was running before I was catching a glimpse of his figure and his secretary. “Mr. Cornwall,” I called after him. I know that he might be ignoring me calling after him. But I have to try my best to make sure that I will secure a spot in his excavation.

Coral held up the headset on the side of her face, her red lips moving lightly as she sang a beautiful song. She had a good voice that was described as heavenly by the crowd, and the coming out of her voice was so ethereal and melodious that it instantly drew everyone's attention. Coral sat on the swing, looking down at the envious gazes of the crowd looking at her, her heart was very pleased. The swing slowly descended. The toes of the shoes landed on the ground. Darnell, wearing a white gown, stepped on the light on the ground and walked step by step to Coral, and this gentleman elegantly extended his hand to her and invited her to have the first dance.

Silas was working patrol this evening. Coraline walked up with her friend, Amber. “Stella!! Come dance with us!!” Coraline yelled over the loud music. Stella looked over at me. I frowned but nodded. “You could come dance with me.” She rattled sarcastically. “I’ll be watching” i told her and she smiled big and climbed over my lap, straddling me for a moment, then hopped out of the booth, taking Coralines hand and skipping off towards the dance floor.

She asked still hugging me tight. “Marlon,” “What a loser,” She spat and I was somehow astonished that that came out of her mouth. Rachel almost never say the word even when Victoria and Nicole loved to use that word. The music changed and as the intro began from a quiet cricket noise, Rachel and I began dancing. The music gradually rose beat by beat until it was a full blown party music with the DJ occasionally spitting some bars. I was subconsciously enjoying dancing with Rachel. My hands were on her hips and we grind to each other as the music continued playing. I’m still very much aware of the fact that I’m gay but I’m even more surprised that I’m managing to keep my act this whole damn

“Yes, of course, you don’t know Cornelius he’s going to make a mess when you don’t know how to dance. He always wants to switch ladies with me at any dance event. That’s why I want you to understand the fact that you have little time to learn these few steps. I just hope you’re a fast learner” “Of course, I am a fast learner, why don’t you try to find out if I’m capable of dancing as you want me to” I stared at the smile on her face, she was confident in herself. “What if she doesn’t learn that fast? Maybe I’m too old and I’ll need someone like Cage to handle that, Collins is messy” “On second thought Cage would teach you three hours before our departure so the moves would be fresh in your m

Song: PillowTalk (Zayn Malik) “Oh fuck,” Mac hissed, sounding both shocked and amused. Because right in the middle of the dance floor, on a slightly raised platform, swaying on the pole was my mate. Shock was an understatement as I watched her flawless moves. Her cinnamon hair was a mess as she swung around the steel pole, laughing and moving to Gimme More, swaying her perfect ass and curves. The crowd cheered beneath, and I think I caught a glimpse of Cora, whistling and jumping with a bottle of beer in her hand.

Corine turns around in Alphonso's arms and looks at the ladies, searching for a woman to replace her. Some whisper to each other, reluctant to join them, but some can't ignore the Prince and Princess, so they dance as well. Corine's eyes land on the seductive blue eyes that intrigues her, so she stops to dance with her brother and walks to her. Alphonso watches his sister slip from his hand. Corine pulls the lady out, which surprises the young woman. Corine leads her to the Prince, and the woman blushes in front of Alphonso's eyes.

The fact they were extremely wealthy and powerful didn't help either. Coral wanted to tuck tail and run back into the house as quickly as she could. She looked like she had been working the late shift at a strip joint. She caught her reflection in the window pane of the french doors that led to the patio when she had first came out to find Lev. The only thing stopping her was the knowledge of her knowing if she turned around and went back inside of the house both men would probably think she was scared, or being difficult. She didn't want them to have that impression of her, so she walked forward with as much confidence as one could muster when they were wearing a man’s denim shirt, white th