Novel & Cerita Dancers Stories

fixed my hair. Then they quickly parted and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my Dance regalia for the first time, my hips swirled to the beat of the drum as I joined themSurprizing my men with my dance movements, Dancing out the story of our unique Kingdom. The look on their faces said it all.. as I seductively danced toward them. My mates surrounded me with their smiles and lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. My eyes locked onto Niklaus as he pulled me close to him, teasing me with the thrusting of his cock, as Kie joined him, Sam danced close and leaned in, whispering in my ear "My mate" My eyes locked onto his and I said "Mate" his full lips parted with a devious sm

Lila's pov Damon got off the table. “A while ago,” he said, his voice quieter now, “there was this protest. A big one. Hundreds of people gathered to speak out against the G.H.C. Kids were there, Lila. Families. People who had been hurt, who’d lost everything because of those bastards.”

And when I told her about all the job applications and rejections I had been getting, she had told me what she did for a living. She was a dancer. At an exclusive club. She had offered to put in a good word for me with Madam Iris, and she had done exactly that. I didn’t like dancing in a club. I never had. But I needed to survive. Bills didn’t wait for comfort or for you get something you liked. Survival came first. And then there were people like Damian Knight. And Vivian Hale. People born with silver spoons. People who lived in penthouses and mansions and had servants ready to do whatever they wanted.

Dancing. Luca danced with Hope. She stood on his feet. They laughed. Eli danced with Grace. She spun in circles. She giggled. Derek danced with Derek Jr. He lifted him up. He spun him around. Luke danced with Grace Marie. She held his fingers. She swayed. Damien danced with Baby Hope. She was awake. She smiled. Derek's father danced with me. He said he was proud of me. I said thank you. The painting watched.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

Christopher affirmed. "Seen it for yourself?" I asked. "I'm a violinist,what would I be doing in a dance class?" I chuckled seeing his point. "So, all this about his magic feet is hearsay then,yes?" I've always enjoyed taunting him. Shrugging, he countered, "you know how fast the gossip game is around here." We all laughed at this. Because he was right, I knew. I also happened to know that every story changed at least twice, with every listener it was told to.

"All right, you seem determined. But above all... If you let me ask... Can I know the reason why you want to be my dancer? You were a cheerleader, yes. But nothing could still change the fact that you are rich. So I guess you do not have any money. Please, enlighten me. I am so confused." I sighed. I had been also practicing for this part whereby I would tell my stories to her. She's not my best friend, but she must know my story. Besides, I also needed a great listener now. I wanted to share my problem who I considered a stagger for she would not judge me. "Neil married me," I started. "I knew it! There's no use saying you really are married to that hot billionaire because I have been seein

Exotic dancers moved with hypnotic grace around the pool, their bodies swaying in time with the music, captivating the audience with every twist and turn. Pole dancers, clad in shimmering red dresses that clung to their curves, performed acrobatic feats on stages scattered throughout the room. Their movements were met with enthusiastic applause and appreciative whistles from the crowd. In another corner, a small stage hosted a variety of erotic sensual performances at regular intervals, each more enthralling than the last.

That made me smirk for some reason. “I found something you may be interested in,” Vadas told to the minister. “Is that about border conflict from yesterday?” “Yes. And I have a few details about the undersea matter.” That was interesting. “Good, but it’ll wait until tomorrow.” “As you wish.” With that, we left our host, as a few more guests were waiting at the door to be greeted. I must find about that conflict tomorrow. And what is with undersea? Vadas distracted me with an invitation for the first dance. We socialized for some time with various creatures presented there. I wanted to win a couple of dances with foreign ambassadors, to learn their people's opinions about this war.