Dance Sans Novels & Stories

A smile bloomed on his face as he noticed their feet. “Yes, yes a pair of liars” Ed laughed heartily. Dana had never danced before “This is so fun.” She laughed happily as they swirled. Ben looked at her with a doting smile. He wanted to see more of her unrestrained laughter, it was like a ray of sunshine, clear and bright. “Want to have more fun?” “Aa ha!” she nodded enthusiastically. “I am going to hold your waist with both hands, I want you to let go of me and bend halfway back to look at the ceiling opening your arms wide. Remember not to bend more than half.” Ben instructed patiently.

Amanda was chattering about the party, while Roberth daydreamed about Sarah's smile. -So, Camille said that the party will pay homage to countries and cultures, and we should dress according to a culture that we like... and we should bring a typical dish or drink in addition to being dressed... - Yup... - You must think of something so we can combine love! It will be too perfect, hahahahahaha - Amanda, my queen, you think about the clothes... I'm not very excited for this party in general... - Robert!? Like this? – Amanda felt her face turn red. – Don’t you want to get ready for the biggest party of the semester?

The hands were large, their palms burning with heat, sending electric jolts of warmth through my body. "Don't be scared. It's just a regular dance," one of them whispered. Seeing how lost in the performance Abigail was, I didn't want to disrupt the mood of the stage, so I stayed silent, tacitly allowing them to lead me. I started to move in time with him, his hands resting on my waist, his body pressed tightly against mine. I was surprised by his dancing skills, but the closeness of our positions made me feel uncomfortable. "Focus. Dancing is an art form," he said, noticing my distracted state. He leaned in, his breath close to my ear, and whispered the reminder, punctuating it with a playfu

"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.

I told him, forcing each word out evenly. He nodded slowly, clearly not believing a single word. "If you say so." The music shifted from soft and romantic back to its lively party beat. Ethan and Dana made their way back to the table, her laughter bubbling louder than before. "That was amazing!" Dana exclaimed, eyes shining as she turned to Ethan. "I’ve never danced like that before!" Before Ethan could respond, Lando leaned back in his chair with a low chuckle. "Really?" he drawled. "That’s hard to believe. I heard you’re quite the party girl, Dana McKinley. Don’t you host those weekend events at your place? Pretty sure you’ve danced to slow romantic music hundreds of times."

“Do you dance, Shannon?” “I tango. My granna is a ballroom instructor. It's my favorite dance.” “That's a shame. I waltz. But perhaps, we can make it work.” Skeletons emerged from the trees, dressed in orchestral attire. One plucked a violin. They ringed the decaying court. Their maestro surmounted a stump, then struck the band to life. Samael whisked us away to the center. “Will you follow, maggot, or lead?”

"You understand, Gina?" She ignored his question. Instead, she asked, "You know what Casey and I've been up to?" The two women had decided to teach themselves different dances over the long months of isolation at the compound. Their favourite had been the tango; a beautiful, passionate and difficult dance. They had taken turns in the leading and following roles, learning all the steps, sometimes serious, sometimes erupting into hysterical fits of laughter. Though they probably should have realized they'd been discovered, they thought their activities were secret, their only audience a baby that couldn't tell on them yet.

But Dante had been extra busy with Axel lately, and she was trying to be as understanding as possible. “Dance,” Rio coughed out in a surprised way. “Can you dance?” Gianna pried. “If you can’t, I’m very familiar with a simple two step shuffle. No one will be paying attention enough to notice.” Almost holding onto his glass like a lifeline, Rio shook his head quickly. “I can dance. I just don’t want to. I mean, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

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!