Dancing Drama Novels & Stories

Couple goals indeed. The MC voice announcing the dance drama stopped me from replying. The dance drama soon started and it was a imitation of Broda Sogi's dance. Those were the set of people that gave rise to dance drama in Nigeria. I still remember their very successful dance drama then, Oti gan pa or something like that. 'You guys should look at the camera and say cheese.' That was Dan and we all refocused our attention on him and his phone. One picture turned into two, into three, into four until God knows the numbers of pictures we've snapped.

Daisy said. "Anyways since we are now together, I and Lora plan to do a show together. She sings and I dance my ballet, It will be fun and will be a big show." Nora said, lifting up one of her legs and started dancing around her room. Daisy flew away from her shoulder and started dancing ballet in the mid-air together with Nora. Nora stopped dancing after a while and smiled at her little fairy who was still dancing nonstop. She took that opportunity to excuse herself and went straight to her bathroom and took her bath.

All the rage I had bottled up came pouring out, scorching across the line. "Lena, what nonsense are you talking? I never wanted a divorce! I know you’re angry. But Janine and I are just colleagues. That day at the amusement park, I only wanted to teach Ryder a lesson because he was disobedient. "Lena, sweetheart, stop being dramatic. I just got back from a business trip, and I’m exhausted. The house doesn’t even have hot water. My clothes aren’t taken care of. Come back. Don’t let things get messed up."

He said before holding my hand and put it above his shoulders, then he guided me towards the center, and we slowly danced together with the soft music. And while dancing, I realized who he was. He was that jerk who asked if I need company earlier. The one I ignored. And with a heavy heart because of the scene I just witnessed, I can't believe that I found myself dancing with a jerk.

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

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?

>>>Dante Dante paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his mind a tempest of fury and frustration. The events of the night replayed in his head, a cycle of rage he couldn't break. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light of the desk lamp, and took a long, burning sip. It did little to quell the fire inside him.

“Tell me, Rain… do you dance?” I blinked at her, caught off guard. “Dance?” “Yes,” she said matter-of-factly, stabbing her fork into a berry. “You know, when music plays and you’re expected to move gracefully without tripping over your own feet? There’ll be plenty of that tonight after the summit discussions. The alphas love their traditions. Everyone pretends it’s about politics, but the dancing is where the real games are played.” I shifted uncomfortably, imagining myself in the middle of that hall, eyes on me again, tripping or worse. “I don’t… not really.”

A woman named Ruth stood before Lena like a drill sergeant in heels. “Posture,” Ruth said, tapping Lena’s shoulder. “Head high, chin level. You’re not apologizing for breathing.” Lena adjusted. Dancing had never been her strong suit, especially one that required etiquette. She had two left feet and there was no helping her no matter how hard Ruth blared into her ears. Damon’s intense stare from across the room wasn't doing much good either. “Walk.” She obeyed, heels clicking against marble. “Again,”Damon said with his arms crossed. “Slower this time.”