Crystianna Dancing Dolls Novels & Stories

Her smile was fake with hints of hatred in them. “Yes,” Alex replied, his tone was warm, as though he hadn’t just barked at me moments ago. “Lila has been looking forward to this evening.” I extended my hand, forcing a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” The woman, who introduced herself as Clarissa, shook my hand lightly before turning her attention back to Alex. “You’ve outdone yourself, as always. This gala is exquisite. Everyone is talking about it.” “Thank you, Clarissa,” Alex said, his voice dripping with charm. “But it’s the generosity of people like you that makes these events possible.”

She crashes through its door and falls to the hard ground in an embarrassing heap. " Aw! " Meilin groans in pain, silently moving her hands and foot to make sure that nothing was broken. She moves to get off the ground when she sees a pair of sandals before her. Slowly, with dread, she raises her eyes to encounter Master Chang's furious eyes. She gulps, her heart sinking to her stomach. Suddenly she feels the urge to wee. Master Chang looks like a cloudy sky about to pour as he stares down at his clumsy doll. All around him, dignitaries are arriving in their fancy and expensive carriages, with loads of servants trailing behind him, and his one doll is making him look like a fool before them.

“Care to dance, my love?” Darkous turned, smiling. His white eyes lighting up at the sight of Lilly in a princess style purple gown; the corset concealing her bump. The deep purple gown fit Lilly perfectly, showing each and every curve; complementing her hourglass figure. Her deep brown hair half pinned up, the rest cascading down her back in perfect curls. Darkous strolled up to Lilly and embraced her in a warm hug, before pulling back to gaze into her baby blue eyes. Taking her hand Darkous led Lilly towards the centre of the dance floor, the sight of her only reminding him of her perfection. Pulling her unbelievably close Darkous spun Lilly, bending slightly to compensate for her small ma

Christa's hand left Alanna's and traced up her arms until she was holding her shoulders, and Alanna reached forward and took Christa by the hips and pulled their bodies together. I swallowed hard and glanced at the door to my little viewing room, making sure it was closed, before adjusting my dick in my pants. Alanna knew exactly what she was doing, moving Christa so that I could see them both. She was showing off for me. The two of them in their dresses were gorgeous, but Christa was like a dream girl in her sleek, modern wedding dress.

she declared. Briella hesitated, but the earnest gleam in her friend's eyes melted her. She tipped the shot back. The burn made her cough, then laugh even harder. “Another!” Crystal shouted, but Briella waved her off, clutching her stomach with a grin. “One is enough. I still have a little dignity left.” “No you don’t,” Kristen teased, already pulling her into another dance. For a while, Briella let herself get lost, her body moving freely in ways she hadn’t allowed in months. She forgot about the grief, about her mistakes. Here with her girls, she felt whole again.

The music is thumping and lights flash on a dance floor covered with people dancing and sweating on each other. Zach pulls Piper onto the dance floor and even though it’s a fast song, the two of them begin slow dancing. “Is it bad that I would rather have stayed home and danced and sweated with you in bed?” I ask Cyra as I hand her a drink. She laughs and throws back her drink. “Come dance with me,” she says, setting her drink down. I down my drink and she leads me onto the dance floor. She’s wearing a form fitting dress that hits just above mid-thigh. Her high heels make her legs look even longer than they are and when she turns to me, she’s nearly my height.

Chapter 2 What!” Cassandra's breath caught, her eyes darting towards Dante Krüger where he stood, towering, with his wife, Selina, and his daughter, Melissa, each by his side. “Don't be nervous,” Viktor assured, his voice light. “It's tradition. And he's….surprisingly good at dancing”

I asked, forcing my voice steady. Xandra pulled out the first gown, held it up to me, and shook her head. “No. Too soft.” Her smile turned sharp, “We need something that’ll make your ex choke on his own tongue.”And the hunt began. For the next forty-five minutes she did exactly that. Dress after dress after dress. Heel after heel. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets that could pay rent for a year. I’d disappear into the changing alcove, step out, and twirl under the soft, golden lights while she circled me like a general inspecting troops. Ten gowns, fifteen, twenty silk whispering over my skin, satin clinging, velvet heavy, feathers brushing my thighs, crystals catching the light like scattered

Ariella is three, sitting on a blanket with her collection of rocks spread out in careful rows. Music drifts up from a speaker someone left outside. Something soft and classical. Damien sweeps Pierce up and starts spinning him around in a clumsy dance. Pierce laughs so hard he hiccups. "Dance, Daddy! Dance more!" Ariella looks up from her rocks. "Me too!" Damien sets Pierce down and bows dramatically to his daughter. "May I have this dance, princess?" She stands and puts her tiny hand in his. He lifts her up and they sway to the music, her head resting on his shoulder.

The other dancer hissed in response, clearly taken aback by Crystal's boldness. "I can be a bitch if I want to, but lucky for you, I don't argue with people below my level.” Crystal spat before storming out of the room. ********************************** Crystal began her dance routine as usual. The men in the audience went wild every time she moved with grace and confidence. They were easily entertained by her flawless physique, including her smooth body, shapely behind, and ample bosom. It seemed that they couldn't get enough. After finishing her performance, Crystal made her way back to the dressing room to change. She decided to wear the outfit she had borrowed from Damien's house.