Dance Dance Revolution Book Novels & Stories

The girl I could never have do now I have to take her best friend as revenge. Her tits brush against my chest and I know I'll need a cold bath. I breathe out through my mouth twirling her around until her back is to me we're still dancing and her hips perfectly placed on my throbbing cock. She runs the back of her hands over my face and I would say she's trying to seduce me if I didn't peek and see the other couples were doing the same or if I didn't spend a year in dance school.

Minx had been slow to calm, but when she had, a sheepish look had stolen across her features, and she'd exclaimed, “Bit rash, huh?” “Mm, mayhap, a teeny, tiny, bit,” I'd teased, as I'd held up my thumb and forefinger—a minute space separating the two pads. ~~ Time passed, and the alcohol flowed, and I was out on the dance floor again, dancing with a man who was drop-dead gorgeous, when suddenly he released me and my arm was grabbed from behind, and swinging me around until I was facing him, Nathan snarled, “He had his goddamn hands all over you.”

Where there used to be a photo of the three of us—Michael, Ryder, and me—was now replaced with a wallpaper of two cartoon girls, one big and one small, holding hands. In an instant, the swarm of suspicions I’d been trying to silence over the years roared back, suffocating me. I didn’t even notice how badly my hand was shaking when I opened his chat app. The messages between Michael and Janine weren’t particularly incriminating at first glance. It was mostly her coordinating his outfits, updating him on the progress of the dinner event, and working tirelessly on his behalf. Then why, in the middle of urging him to hurry, did she also send a selfie?

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

One boy stood up and faced the group, giving them an encouraging smile. “Palmer is right; we can do this. The entire town is counting on us to give them an excellent performance, so why not? Let’s show them we are ready.” Palmer stood by the sidelines, folding her arms on her chest with a big smile on her face, proud of how positive and excited he was about this event. She trusted them, believing they could deliver a good show. The group cheered, and they all voted on the song they wanted to dance to before getting into formation to start the choreography. Palmer patted her classmate’s back, thanking him for changing their minds. She led them, and in under two hours, they had most of the dan

"How do you manage to make us look so stupid at parties?" "I make you look stupid? He was all over you and you were enjoying yourself." "If only you had just taken some time to reason, you would see that he was only asking for a dance and I was going to say no because you had already asked to dance with me." I replied. "Well that surely didn't look like you were going to refuse him. It looked like you were just enjoying the attention." "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked. "I thought we were finally at a good place and that things were beginning to be a little bearable."

So she took his hand in hers. Revansh pulled her close in an instant, his palm pressing firmly against the small of her back. Aarini gasped at the sudden warmth, the way their soaked clothes clung to them, making the moment feel even more intense. He moved smoothly, effortlessly, guiding her through slow steps as if they really were at a ball. "You’re terrible at this," she muttered. Revansh smirked. "Little liar." Truth to be told then she was lying. He was good. Too good to be true at dance.

Until we meet again, sweet girl, I hope you're dancing with the angles. END OF BOOK ONE

LISA POV But wait what if it's true that she's gonna really help me? i will be so happy like she's gonna help she's gonna help she's gonna help💃💃💃 I quickly rushed home. ______LISA APARTMENT_________ Getting home. But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.