Dance Central Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

“My fiancée runs a strict program. If I come home smelling like Vanilla Fantasy body spray, she won’t divorce me. She’ll just bury me in the foundation of a building.” The dancer blinked. Then she smirked. “Fair enough. Vanilla Fantasy is hard to wash off.” She turned to Damien. “What about you, handsome? You scared of your wife too?” “I am fearlessly single,” Damien declared, trying to stand up and failing halfway. “And I love Vanilla Fantasy.” She grabbed his hand and led him toward the private booths. “He’s going to fall asleep in there,” I noted, watching my brother stumble away. “Oh, absolutely,” Christian agreed, pouring us another round. “Five minutes. Tops. Then we have to carry him.

The blue glow of the server room felt like a cold, digital morgue. Dante stared at the flickering text on the screen, the initials E.B. burning into his retinas. The kiss they had just shared was still a phantom heat on his lips, but the air in the room had turned to ice.

She grabbed Devin's hand. "Come on! Come on, Daddy! Dance with me!" she chirped, tugging him towards the dance floor. Devin's face contorted in a grimace, his entire posture radiating discomfort. He looked like a cornered animal and the bastard deserved it. Cecil would probably step on his feet a billion times. I wished she was a little bigger so it would hurt. As the music swelled, Charles placed a hand on my shoulder, his gaze meeting mine. "This is for Cecil," he murmured, his voice low and apologetic. "Every other dance is mine when she no longer wants him there."

--- The orchestra swells. They’re dancing now. Duncan leads her with such arrogance, such tightly restrained fury, it makes me smile. He whispers something in her ear. She stiffens. Her smile cracks a little. Delicious. --- I tap my finger on the rim of my glass. One beat. Two. A familiar rhythm. The same beat I used to play on her spine when I fucked her in the dark and told her she was everything. She still remembers that rhythm. Even if she pretends not to.

asked Cynthia . "You can't Dance with any random douchebag and specially not that Jeffery ." snapped Damon . "What am i supposed to do when my date is not at all interested in enjoying the day and why are you reacting like this Damon , we were just Dancing." said Cynthia . " I don't want to share you , i just want you to be mine ." snapped Damon coming closer to her there was barely any difference left between them , there clothes were touching .Cynthia gasped .

"He knows what my father does. Everyone knows what my father does. But he doesn't know the truth about Chidi. He doesn't know the details. And I would appreciate it if you kept it that way." She turned to look at him. "You want me to lie to your sister? To her fiancé? To pretend everything is fine?" "I want you to give her one beautiful thing." Dante's voice was quiet. "My sister has spent her entire life surrounded by violence and lies. She deserves one day of happiness. One day where the music plays and she dances and everything is perfect. Can you give her that?" Zara looked at the pink door. She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy.

I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them. I smile as I dance some more. As I twirl, I bump into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up, ready to tell the dickhead to watch where they are going, only for the words to die in my throat. Dante Fanucci. “Steady, I apologise. I wasn’t looking where I was going when you twirled into my path.” He says his voice is deep and smooth, his hands are on my waist and my ovaries jump. Yes, I know how drop dead gorgeous this man is. I’m a hot-blooded woman, after all. But then again, even a blind woman would know how gorgeous he is.

“Hey, and make sure you have our wives coming for your baby's shower in the next nine months.” Shocked but amused at his advice, I answered. “Oh I will.” “Fast and furious,” he winked knowingly. “I like that. Enjoy your night then.” I watched Kelvin disappear into the crowd, his potential to materialize solid deals, still lingering in the air around me. My gaze drifted to Danica, who still stood in the same spot where she had been, carefully analysing everything before her. The light catching the subtle shimmer of her purple gown, made her radiate in her poised manner even more. I turned my gaze away, as heat started to pool in the lower part of my stomach.

"I know this is pretend and you don't owe me any kind of monogamy, but as I stepped into that club, I didn't want to find you with another woman draped all over you. I didn't want my fantasy to end, not yet." The starlight illuminates his chiseled chin and protruding brow. Slowly his cheeks rise in a smile as small lines form near the corners of his eyes. God, he's so handsome. I don't have any right to hold him back. He's a player. It's who he is. Asking him not to be is like asking the river to flow backward. Duncan squeezes my hand again. "Turning and seeing you was my fantasy. Remember? You called this pretend. I'm the one who called it a fantasy. Let me enjoy it, too."

I bite the inside of my cheek, the pain a necessary anchor to keep me from gasping. ‎I glance around the table. The CEO is nodding at something the CFO is saying. Two rows down, Mr Ethan is typing furiously on his laptop. No one is looking at us. No one knows that under the cover of the heavy tablecloth, Dante is currently fingering my pussy through a thong he bought. ‎