Dance Academy Christian Novels & Stories

I muttered. Ace dragged me after him into the dance studio without hesitation. I found out quickly from the dance instructor that Ace had enrolled me in a one-week intensive course that would ensure that I could dance presentably by the end of it. I had to say that I didn’t have much talent when it came to dancing; however, this was somehow part of my job now. “We’ll start off with the basics today. Please relax and just follow my lead,” the instructor said with a smile. --To be continued…

Chapter 39 The air in the dance studio was tense as the dance master’s sharp voice echoed across the room. “You’re out!” He snapped at one of the girls, who left with her head hanging low. One by one, the weaker dancers were weeded out until only three remained: Kate, Grace, and another girl, Hayley. Kate stood at the barre, her body aching from hours of practice, yet her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread. She glanced at Grace, who looked effortlessly composed as always, and then at Hayley, whose sly grin suggested she didn’t mind the chaos around them.

Sophia could barely walk, but Dante led her upstairs to a smaller studio....more intimate, with thicker walls and no windows to the street below. "This is where I take my advanced students," Dante explained, locking the door behind them. "The ones who are ready for... specialized instruction." "What kind of instruction?" Sophia asked, though she thought she knew. "The kind where I teach you exactly what your body is capable of. The kind where you learn to move in ways you never imagined." He moved closer, backing her toward the barre that ran along one wall. "The kind where rhythm becomes religion."

They didn’t come with the harmful side effects, addiction included, that other brands did. Felix sunk into a chair, “So, Ben’s here. They’re having an important dinner at Mordecai’s, and I’m almost certain that Grace had a flashback when we went to see the dungeons. Nice work by the way.” My lips twitched, a bit of my irritation eased, “Why are they having dance classes?” “You don’t think it would come in handy to have backup dancers already on staff?” Felix asked, “Besides, they looked like they could use some fun.”

“Think of it as training. You have to learn how to direct your gift and Dareon is a ... good teacher. " "Does everything always sound so dirty with you?" "Sweetie, it's not my words, it's your thoughts." "But, wait ...", Cat interrupted before the two could squabble again. "What is this actually about?" "Tongue acrobatics, lip tango, call it what you want ..." Christian pursed his lips. There was a muffled rumble under the table and he started violently. Apparently Xandra had kicked him. To Cat she said in an angelic tone: “Purely for exercise purposes, of course. Look here. I know you have suffered greatly from your gift. This is your chance to lead a normal life. "

“Are you taking me to play video games at Chest R. Cheeses?” “Better,” I told him, parking the car. We walked to the front of the building, which was still filled with families and chaos, but I didn’t feel overwhelmed this time. I pointed at the sign in the window as Dalton read it aloud. “The future home of On Your Toes Dance and Cheer?” He turned to look at me, jaw dropped. “You were right. This space is perfect. And I need a bigger footprint for all the new classes I’m adding.” “Ooh, I like that. Say it again.”

After putting the children to sleep, who insisted on sleeping with their aunt Christie, we head back up to the bar. We're not sleepy, we're alone. Christian puts on some soft music and invites me to dance, I look at him in disbelief. " Really? " Come on " he says, extending his hand. " Ha, ha, ha... I can't believe it. He gently pulls me towards him, catching me by the waist, and holds me tight. He buries his head in my neck, sending shivers down my spine, causing me to let out a sigh.

“Which is why I think your Steven was such a god damn scum bag. Letting another man look at you like that? And then taking your profits?” Christian slowly shakes his head, his dark expression telling me everything I need to know about how he feels about Steven. That he’d see him dead for that alone, despite his actions against the mafia at large, if it were up to him. Something twists within me at that – fear, but also…heat. Christian – there’s an intensity to him, a violent verve that I’m…I’m really not sure I can handle. “I never wanted you to see me dance, Christian,” I whisper, guilt in my eyes now. “I’m not ashamed of it, I won’t be – it’s a job like any other. But…I never wanted you to

“What dance?” “Ms. Claire has me working with the summer institute. It’s a week-long intensive for dancers of all ages. The older ones study with guests she brings in, but I will work with the kiddos along with Kelly and Cindy. Jessica will probably be there too to work with the other girls…you know.” “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“Excuse me?” Christian took a step closer, frustration clearly burning across his face now. “You adapt too easily,” he muttered sharply. “The dancing. The acting. Everything.” Daniella stared at him like he had lost his mind. “I’m literally trying to survive in here.” “You’re more than surviving.” “That’s supposed to be a bad thing now?” Christian dragged a frustrated hand across his jaw. “You’re a secretary, Daniella. A house help. Yet somehow you walk into a club like this and suddenly act like you belong here.”