Novel & Cerita Crystianna Dancing Dolls

“I don’t know—” “You don’t know?” Davina said. “Oh no. Nope. We’re not doing this identity crisis tonight. You’re coming. You’re going to dance. You’re going to make men cry. You’re going to be that gorgeous, terrifying legend we all worshipped before you turned into—what is this? Cottagecore?” I blinked. They were already yelling at each other again about outfits. Kassandra held up a mesh dress. Davina was on her second espresso martini.

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya

“You know Thea will not be impressed.” I couldn't help but smile, I think I could understand that. Most mates would likely agree with that... but the way Jaxon was panicking was quite sweet. Just showed he would be a good mate. “I don’t think it is a strip club, they just dance, see.” Eli motioned to one of the stages nearby, where there was currently a tall, dark-haired woman dancing. Dressed in a tight red and black lacey corset, enhancing the natural curves of her womanly body, and a small matching skirt and stockings with high black stilettos…

Alix pov "Oh my god, definitely the dress," Claire said, clapping her hand. I bowed playfully, but when I looked in the mirror, the dress was truly beautiful and fit around my curves like a glove. "Yes, but I will still adjust the straps a bit here; we don't want your breasts to fall out while you dance with the Alpha," Crystal said, touching the shoulder area. "It looks okay to me. Are you sure that it needs adjusting?" Claire asked her

When he saw her, dancing by herself to the music, he could only grin and shake his head some more. She wore a lime green nightgown that fell to her thighs, a pair of blue jeans, her faux fur slipper boots and a cashmere shawl over her shoulders. It looked like she'd been playing dress-up again tonight. Slowly, so as to not startle her, he walked over and said, "Hello, Chrissie." She smiled dreamily as she danced in a circle. "Don't you just love this song?"

"If that is so, then, I want you to dance for me......" Angelina didn't move even after hearing his words, ofcourse, why would she?, He should call one of his b!tches to do so. "You have no right to refuse me because your mine now and am not very good with disobedient dolls"Sylvester muttered with a mischievous smirk on his face and Angelina shudder which ofcourse, didn't go unnoticed by Sylvester. "Now Bianca, I repeat , dance for me"Sylvester added, as he grabbed the Bottle of vodka in front of him and on top of the table before pouring a healthy amount into a glass cup.

She spied a dramatic black and white photo in a simple black frame and leaned in for a closer look. In it, Sophie stood in an impossibly sexy pose, clad in the most decadent belly dancing outfit she'd ever seen, even down to her theatrically dark make up, ornate ankle bracelets, and the overall vampy... or was it goth... aesthetic. Jacob followed his love's eyes and let out a soft laugh. "Soph?" he called, trailing a hand down Christie's back. "Christie found your photo from that gothic belly dance event last fall." A melodious laugh drifted out of the kitchen. "If you want to seduce her, you could get out the DVD."

Gosh, they tasted divine, like nothing I'd ever had before. "Now let's go rock that dance floor," Christiana screamed as we pushed into the sweaty dance floor. The crowd swallowed us up immediately, bodies pressing against us from all sides. Christiana was wearing a white top and a cargo skirt with high-length heel boots that made her look incredibly hot as she walked to the dance floor. She was so bold, so confident, moving like she owned the place.

The dance floor is packed with bodies moving to bass so heavy I feel it in my chest. But it's what's happening around the edges that makes my jaw drop. In one corner, a woman in nothing but red lingerie and reindeer antlers is tied to a giant wrapped present, her partner trailing a riding crop down her thighs while she writhes. Near the bar, an alpha has an omega on her knees, her head bobbing in his lap while he casually sips his drink and watches the crowd. A raised platform showcases a male stripper dressed like a corrupted Santa—red pants slung dangerously low, no shirt, a hat tilted at an angle that screams "naughty list material."

' 'Secondly, Kristen Healey's sister's appearance is more in line with the goddess's design, and she can be equally brilliant. Duan Xuening hurriedly waved his hand. 'How can I ask Sister Kristen Healey to sing me a chorus?' Kristen Oliver chuckled. 'What's the point? My face value is so high, of course I have to jump the goddess. ' Everyone laughed out loud, but Duan Xuening's heart was not a taste. Where is suitable for dancing goddess? Although it is a group performance now, it is still related to personal rating. How can she dance the Lord?