Dance Sans Novels & Stories

The orchestra was playing a song that was neither slow nor fast, a song that seemed to caress the moment instead of flicking it by or freezing it. “I don’t dance,” I warned him, looking around. Danika was twirling Theo around as he giggled, and even dancing with a toddler, she looked elegant. “You don’t have to,” Aldrich shrugged. I raised an eyebrow in confusion before he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him.

Slow music starts playing, and some people huddle together to dance while others continue chatting away about their corrupt businesses. "Care for a dance?" Dante stretches his palm toward me. "Uh, I can't dance." I shake my head violently, the strands of hair I left in front of my face swaying. "Come on, you can't be that bad." He leans in, his hand still outstretched. "At the what, the English waltz or whatever it is?" "We're not dancing the waltz." He laughs. I look away, heat creeping up my cheeks.

, he said, showing off his braced teeth Misty was tall and rather thin with an assuming mustache on the top of his upper lip. Avila forced a smile, even though she knew it was all a facade. Misty didn't care about her, or any of the other dancers. He only cared about the money they brought in. "Thanks, Misty," said Avila, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I hissed and start to play the instrumental version of 'Keep On Dancing' song before I get back on my position. I repeat the same process, from the first position up until the last one. I also do some basic techniques without holding a barre. I remain my right arm at rest but I'm trying to lift it a little for a short period of time not forcing it to move like I used to do when I was not injured. I need this, my body needs to cope up with what happen to me. People around me might don't understand it, but dancing is the thing that I wanted to do everyday and I won't let a simple wound to forbid me in participating the La Sylphide performance.

Then, the band started to play languid music. Alpha Zackery looked at me and said, "Do you recognize this music? Danse au clair de lune? Moonlight Dance?" I shook my head. "We always begin each Grand Ball with this song. It has got a slow and steady rhythm and it's perfect for four-legged animals trying to dance upright. You know, so they don't step on each other or others' toes." Alpha Zackery said with amusement. I chuckled. "I'll take the lead and you can follow me. I promise it's way easier than a sword dance." He grinned at me and said.

“I feel bad vibrations coming from him.” “I don’t trust him, and I feel the same vibrations. But I should be safe. We are in a room full of people.” About twenty seconds into the dance, Noah missed a step and almost stomped on my foot. “You should consider dance lessons, Daisy,” he complained. “You are so clumsy.” Diana told me what to say to him. “You were the one who wanted to dance with me. If you don’t like the way I dance, then stay away from me.”

Bianca added, waving her hand mystically. “Boy would I kill for that type of skill in real life. It would save me from a lot of dance injuries.” “You dance?” Bianca and I asked simultaneously. I remembered the frilly shirt he wore during my celebratory party. that explained that. “Oh definitely. Bachata, ballroom…you name it. It’s how I keep in shape, balancing women on my shoulders.” he winked. “You guys should join me sometime.” “Oh no,” I answered immediately. “I’ve got two left feet. Spinning also makes me dizzy.” even the thought of it alone was making me sick.

“I wouldn’t really mind doing that.” “Hey, sugar,” Anthony said as he came towards them, Damian tagging behind him, his gaze solely on the beautiful woman in a perfect dress. “Care for a dance?” He waved his hands towards the stage. “It’s the country dance thing. Do you know how to move in such a regency dancing style?” Calista nodded. Anything to take her away from Ranya is most welcome. “I really do not mind,” she replied, walking towards him, grateful she had a reason to be apart from Ranya’s uncomfortable glare.

EVELESSA "Go again.." I'm back to school again and it's hell all over again because for some reason, Davina is on the war path. The bass drops and I let it take me. My hips roll slow, then sharp. My shoulders snap. My hair whips across my face and I don’t bother fixing it. I feel the wolf under my skin hum in approval. Dance is the only thing that makes my chaos align. “Again!” Coach yells.

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.