Coraline Dance Novels & Stories

Most of the guests were seated already and I glanced around searching for Elias. I caught him waving me over and I walked towards the table he was seated at, settling in beside him. I had just finished arranging the skirt of my dress around my legs when I looked up with a smile and my eyes landed once again on icy blue ones. I sucked in a sharp breath. Oh fucking great. He was seated directly across from me. This was just lovely. My phone buzzed in my clutch and I immediately reached for it thinking it was Ash. Unknown number: You’re playing with fire dressed like that, Coraline. What, I wasn’t giving you enough attention so you decided to expose yourself this way to get a few stares from ot

"Stop standing there like a loser and come dance with me. I owe you one." The they re-enter the crowd of dancers again, Soralina places her hands around Louise's neck while the latter rests his over her waist. "Really? What for?" "For not inviting you myself today." Soralina whispers boldly, her pink eyes trained on the male while he drinks in her beauty, noticing things he didn't notice before. That's what I told Agatha. But she bailed on me. Louise lips quirk up in a smile, more so when he notices Soralina's eyes darting towards his lips and staying there. So he leans in closer, finishing the distance between them as they sway to the dance with their bodies moving in sync slowly.

I try to rotate them to throw him off, but he only loops his arm further around my neck and pulls me closer, so his nose grazes my cheek as he whispers right into my ear. 'Honey, you need to learn to loosen up. This dark queen of the damned outfit you got going on, and the whole smoke bombs, and witchy woo stuff is great and all, but take a chill pill and spend the next hour acting like you maybe could see yourself getting naked with me. Eyes are on us and it’s a little denting to my ego if my obvious date for the night is so cold towards me. You can’t be my escape alibi if it looks like I’m forcefully dragging you out with me.' I’m turned so abruptly in his hold that it stops me mid walk an

The music started playing and slowly, she synced with the beats. I watched her visible belly bend and twist according to the song rhythm. Her waistline moved like it was nothing. The split that exposed her thighs made my Adam apple bob slowly. Corleone gave me an eye contact. Fuck! Just the dance and it was turning something else. “Stop the music.” I ordered. The music came to an abrupt stop. Corleone frowned, heaving slightly. “I guess I am done here.” She turned to leave. “Is that how you dance for random strangers?” I questioned.

"You are not here to fill up the couch with your luscious ass until morning, girl. What is wrong with you? I assumed you wanted to get into a rage." She was right. I had been waiting all my life for this. What happened now? “You go ahead, guys. My head’s really cracking.” Cora shrugged her shoulders in disappointment. “Chair filler.” She rolled her eyes and turned her back on me, together with the other girls. Minutes later, I was seeing them shake and ground their bodies on the stage. Some tall men approached them, and Cora turned to one of them and kissed him. The other girls took their respective men and walked out of the dance floor, disappearing.

She walks over to where Bianca is standing and snatches the phone from Bianca's hand. "Hey, give it back!" Bianca yells, but Cora holds the phone away from Bianca as she disconnects the phone from the speaker. Cora gives the phone back with a satisfactory smile. She connects her phone and chooses another song. "Dance on the Floor" by Jennifer Lopez plays. "Just start over, 'kay," Cora instructs and I start again. This time it is much easier to keep up with the beat. Some of the girls cheer when I do certain stunts, but I notice the look on Bianca's face. What is her problem?

“If I got rid of you, I could hire someone capable of doing their job—maybe someone who actually liked me and the work.” Cora takes another step closer, and all I can focus on is the way her body is nearly pressed against mine. “Fire me or don’t, but I’m here to have a good time tonight, and I’m going to have it one way or another.” I’ve spent the better part of the last hour watching her dance with strangers—men, trying to catch her eye, eager to impress her. She was the center of attention on the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm with her captivating smile and graceful moves.

—I looked up and found a sunflower-shaped bell. This was a solo show and I was immediately drawn to its style. I was so absorbed in paintings that I’d already made my way to the very back, a secluded corner where few people ventured. As my gaze lingered on the last painting, a flicker of familiarity flashed. It was named as “Sunflower.” It depicted a vast field of sunflowers. Amidst the sea of flowers, two girls’ figures can be seen flying kites. The upbeat style was completely different from the previous artwork she’d seen earlier.

I looked towards the dressing room when it opened, gasping at Coral's appearance. The dress was a dark blue and it hung off her shoulders, clinging to her arms to hold itself up. Her cleavage was prominent, it was tight around her chest and torso. When it neared her legs, it flowed out and touched the ground behind her. On her left leg, all the way up to her mid-thigh sat a long slit. Her feet were being held by silver heels that wrapped around her heel and toes, the color matching the clutch in her hands. Her orange waves were left simply on her shoulders, the bright color on the dark color making them both pop. "Look at you!" Mom says with a radiant smile while embracing her. I saw Julia d

Miranda, who was already extremely angry at Charlotte, was even more furious after being inflamed and agitated by Tiffany. “Huh! You may be afraid of her, but I’m not. Just you wait, Tiff. I swear on my name that I’ll make her life super-miserable this time!” Coraline not only ran a women’s clothing store but was also a fashion designer. When Charlotte walked into her store, Coraline was tailoring clothes for a female customer. Charlotte sat aside quietly and did not disturb her work.