Dance Singing Novels & Stories

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

they cheer, and we down the first glass fast. Then the opening beat of Candy Shop by CryJaxx and Junior Charles drops. “Oh shit! It’s my favorite song!” I shout, draining the rest of my drink and dragging the girls to the dance floor. We form a circle, dancing and singing at the top of our lungs. Fati and Summer start grinding together, immediately attracting two males who pull them into a more heated dance. JoJo and I laugh and spin, twerking and twirling under the flashing lights.

You wanna play, Ashton? Game fucking on. I hear him stop in the doorway. There's a sharp inhale as he takes me in. I add a little more sway to my hips, singing along to the music like I have no idea he's watching. As I put the dishes away, I run my hands slowly over my body, pretending to wipe water from my clothes—trailing from my stomach down to my hips. I keep dancing, letting the rhythm take over, fingers tangling in my hair as I pull the tie loose, letting it fall around my shoulders. I run my hands through it, over my body, into the air, completely in sync with the beat.

"I’ll sing In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company by The Dead South, so sing along." She announced. I frowned—didn’t know this song either. Looks like I’d be adding it to my playlist. She started with a whistle and then did a funny little dance, moving her hands and snapping her fingers. It was an upbeat song, and everyone got into it—laughing, clapping, singing along. I tried to sing, but the lyrics were too fast for me. Between the verses, she just whistled the music and changed the movement to an even sillier one where she bent her knees and put up both hands to shoulders while she snapped her fingers in the rhythm.

One hand threaded with mine, the other on my stomach, igniting a firework of sparks coursing through me. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips. I felt like I was in a fantasy. His voice sent pleasure to my core, and I had to admit the others had been correct, Rayhan could indeed sing. He let go of my waist, holding my hand as he twirled me around, and I don’t know where I found the courage to sway my hips, moving to the music. It was probably the first time I had danced, but I didn’t care what others would think because right now all I wanted was to enjoy the moment with my man. I locked my arms around his neck, and his hands skimmed down my waist, pulling me against him as we

One dance was a solo, and the other was with her group. She was actually sweating. She had been in here for hours now, dancing out all her feelings and heartache. But it wasn’t working. As tired as she was, she was still so hurt and angry. She went over and restarted the song.. determined to keep it up as long as possible. For her solo, she was dancing to the song Diet Pepsi. It was kind of a weird name for a song but .. she loved how sensual it was. It gave her all the feels and she loved the routine she had built around it.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of ‘The Lady in Red’ by Chris de Burgh, and I draped a robe on my body, bopping my head to the rhythm as I walked downstairs. I blinked slowly, my brows pulling tight at the scene in front of me. Davy stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand, singing loudly as he moved around the stove. “Red,” he called happily, sliding towards me, “dance with me.” “What is going on?” “Do you remember how we danced to this song with you in that red dress?” He asked, his eyes all sparkly, and I swallowed hard. Of course I remembered; it was one of the best days of my life.

he said pulling me closer slowly dancing admist the loud song blasting in the back ground I don't know how the only thing I could hear at the moment was the sound of my heart beating, I was nervous. "Don't be nervous." I was shocked how he knew, I heave a sigh of relief but suddenly a song came up (Rhianna,Skin) it was a slow beat, I looked over to see a few people slowly moving their bodies, some girls were slowly giving a lap dance to some guys, I looked away back to Haven whose eyes was now locked in mine, I breathe to calm down. "Are you sure you don't want a lap dance instead? " I asked getting weirdly weak.

With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I took my place among the dancers, recalling the steps we had practiced together. We stood poised, awaiting the cue, as the strong drum beats boomed and reverberated throughout the island. Then, our beat arrived, and we began to dance in unison. All eyes seemed to be on me, and I felt a surge of energy and pride. Just as I was getting lost in the rhythm, I heard my men chanting in unison, their voices growing louder and more insistent: "Sing, sing, sing..." The crowd joined in, and the chant became a deafening roar, urging me to let my voice soar.

I sing on top on my voice,as I danced on my couch and take a swing of the whiskey. I am terrible dancer I know. My mom tried but she gave up and she realized I was a hopeless case. "I wanna be that guy, I wanna kiss your eyes, I wanna drink that smile,I wanna feel like I....." I sing and as I jump up and down crazily. At this moment I am drunk, I feel free,I feel like the weight had been lifted off my shoulders. "Baby you are so hot you make shiver with fire" I sing as I sway my hips sexily.