Dancer Anime Novels & Stories

Fight! "Osu!" They both pause for a moment and before I could register what was happening their dance began. I could tell my eyes had gone wide. How was she able to conceal herself that well, even from me. Her steps quicken, and soon I could see what Asano-San and Joseph were talking about. She dances. Her strikes and thrust are precise. Her Kiais echo throughout the room, they're the only shouts I hear. Tomoki moves his shinai above his shoulder to strike but she parries the strike, flipping his shinai and returning his strike; men-kaeshi-men. They both shout and their steps begin again. "She's... incredible..." Asano-San chuckles and I could hear the doors open as others enter the room.

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

He is silent for the rest of the walk through the training center and to a room filled with punching bags and mats. Diana is punching one of the bags and I spot Daniel watching two men spar on a mat. He is wearing only a pair of shorts and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. His toned abs are on full display and his muscles bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Alpha,” Lila calls, catching his attention. He turns, his gaze locking with mine for a brief moment. I open my mouth to say something but then quickly decide otherwise. He saunters over with a smirk, his eyes moving up and down my body. I swallow hard when they swirl black with lust. “What are you wearing?” he drawls with a l

Everyone on the stage is also thinking the same. "What was that girl is thinking? We are in the life and death situation here! Is she wants to die?!" Akane wants to move, but Himari hold her once again, "Himari?" When the crazy guy had been already near, and arms are already in the air about to slice her, Mizu managed to avoid his attack even though her eyes were still looking down at the floor, and in a blank expression. He strikes her several times, but Mizu was smoothly dodged every of his attack. She was like a thin piece of paper swaying in the air. Mizu was like in a moment of dancing, her body and feet were moving on their own rhythm.

Wagner wasn’t delightful, but it seems like Sojin loved seeing his mad face. I wasn’t a dancer, but the beats were convincing enough to make my bones move on their own. The woman I was dancing with was flabbergasting like an enchantress that I’ve seen in movies. She was seductive, and I would fall for her if I were a man. “Welcome to Animea,” Sojin said. The creatures cheered pleasurably. They were happy to see us. They looked so cool with their hair color, which glimmers when light touches it. The creatures wrapped their private parts with rugged garments, but they appeared clean and fascinating.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Frighteningly paralyzing the (seven foot tall) Makers were like sitting ducks, as the child inside the ore start to move and stretched. While she moved the ore became liquid and moved with her body slowly receding onto her skin covering her. Slowly it moved to cover her with a simple dress the color of the ore. Blinking multiple times she regained her sight and noticed the bulky muscular males in armored fabric pants who all didn't wear shirts. Though their toned chiseled torsors had peeked the child interest but when she remembered she didn't know When she was, she kept herself in check.

Her dress reached past her toes but it almost exposed all of her upper part, showing the tattoo of the Rigiddin's vulture in black ink--a Rokohorta dancer. The dancer smiled and gladly took one of the sweets and held the girl's hands. "Rakhn Nishi," Raeya heard the dancer whisper. Good doors be opened for you. The dancer's hands glowed. A warm green light escaped from her fingertips and took the form of a butterfly. It flew around the child's head before bursting into a mini-firework which made the child squeal with glee. "Rakhnis Rei! Thank you." Good light be upon you as well.

She just wanted to dance and have fun. She ordered a drink and started dancing as soon as she heard the music boomed on the speaker. People flooded the dance floor and she went with them. She wants to dance all night and forget about the world. The world doesn’t give her anything anyway but pain. She must have been dancing for a full hour when she felt thirsty, so she went to the bar and ordered a drink. A man tried to approach her but she was quick to stiffen her neck. She finished her drink as fast as she could and went back to dancing. She was really enjoying the music when she felt someone hold her hips. She tried to ignore it and move a bit so they wouldn't be touching but he moved clos

Angelina asked professionally with a robot like tune to show him perfectly that she was there for business and nothing else. "Your the famous stripper........Bianca right?"He asked, his tune was deep and icy. "Yes sir" "If that is so, then, I want you to dance for me......"