Dance Dance Can't Stop The Feeling Novels & Stories

I pulled her back into my arms, and she hit my chest as the song started playing again. “You don’t get to dance with other males. Are we fucking clear?” I asked. Her lips parted, then shut. I took her hand in mine and started a waltz. She stepped on my toe, and then quickly apologized. I could feel her palms getting sweaty in my hands, my heart racing when she glanced around the crowd that was watching us. “What’s the name of the song?” I asked, hoping I could distract her. I didn’t know much about music. “Breakaway. One of my favorite songs,” She didn’t hesitate, a smile on her lips as I led her through the dance, making sweeping and graceful turns as everyone left us on the dance floor.

Revenge for killing my mate, and revenge for the power that should have never gone to her. I looked out of the cabin I was staying in and looked out at the forest. Birds chirped in the distance as the sun began to fall for the day. I took a sip of my tea before a smile spread on my face. Shortly after, a roar unlike I’d heard before echoed in the forest. Excitement filled my belly. It was officially time for the Queen to fall and a King to now control. THE END. THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE.

Wearing a short butterfly-cut dress, Nishma stood before him as the different colors of light illuminated and contrasted other shades of Obsessiveness. Nishma's eyes stared deeply into his eyes as his mouth went dry and he took two steps closer to her. Suddenly lights dimed and musical instruments played and everything turned too sensuous. "Dance of Love: Tango" Chase's thought and Nishma's lips curved slightly. He closed the distance and made a firm hold on her bare skin. A low center of gravity and an emphasis on Contra Body movement changed the tunes of their heartbeats. [Song :-~"I feel so close to you right now,

It is our wedding night, we should all have fun. We head on over back to our table, greeting and thanking people as we go. We have all be so lost in this situation that we have forgotten about cutting the cake and having our first dance. She kicks of her shoes and I lace my fingers in hers as I lead her to the middle of the dance floor. We stare deeply into each other's eyes. The music slowly starts to fade in and I am rocked to my core. How did she even remember this song that where playing that very first night I took her out for dinner?

So, instead of facing him, I push past the girls and head over to the dance floor. Music is pumping so loudly through the speakers that I can feel every beat vibrating through my body and with the tequila getting to work, it doesn’t take much for my body to loosen up and start moving. I let the beat of the music lead me, swaying my hips with the beat, my arms moving up my body and into the air. I close my eyes, clear my head and just let go. When ‘Just keep watching’ by Tate McRae starts playing, I can’t stop smiling, getting lost in the song.

They twirled and spun, Evelyn's feet barely touching the ground. The attendees stop to watch, entranced by the spectacle before them. They were a force of nature, a perfect union of movement and emotion. Abruptly, the music halted for a second. They stood still, their chests heaving, their hearts pounding. For a moment, the world paused, as if time itself has stopped. Then, slowly, the music started again, and they begin to dance once more. But this time, it is a slower, more sensual rhythm. They move together as one, their bodies moving in unison. The energy between them was palpable, like a current of electricity.

Now let's meet Eliana's constantly-competitive, infuriatingly overbearing older brother—Saben Thompson! Saben walked out onto the dance floor in slo-mo, arms open like a rock star, and received applause and guffaws. Eliana face-palmed. "Seriously?" she grumbled, rolling her eyes. He bowed theatrically. "M'lady. May I have this dance?" "Saben, you're so a goofball," she replied—but accepted his hand nonetheless. The DJ changed it to a lively, upbeat tune: "Can't Stop the Feeling" by Justin Timberlake.

Which is more vodka than anything. “Business.” Is all he says and I nod my head, not really interested, as I want to dance some more. I stand up, and Lola follows as we go back to the dance floor. Dancing with her to DNA Loving You by Billie Gillies. I get lost in the music once more when I feel hands move to my waist. I stiffen slightly, but for some reason, I relax as I dance back into who it is. I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

Theo asks excitedly. “Watch closely,” I nod towards the screen with a playful smirk, and they all lean in with anticipation. “Whoa, Babe, that's you!” Theo bursts out, and a surge of pride wells up inside me as I step into the spotlight on screen. The music transitions seamlessly from Daddy Yankee’s high-energy ‘Gasolina’ to a smooth, sensual vibe as my dance partner, Conor, steps in to support my upper body, tilting me back while I roll my hips to the rhythm. A move I'd come up with myself.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.