Dancing Freddy Novels & Stories

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

“My brothers would have a good laugh if they knew I’m now jester to this ridiculous court.“ He muttered and and Freya’s lips twitched. He lady ignored him completely and started gliding back towards the door. “Where are you going?!” He asked with alarm and she looked him over slowly. “My job is done here.” She replied. “How is it done? What if I have something to say to her? Or she has instructions to give me-“ The Martoshi spoke then and the lady interpreted. “She wants you to dance.” The lady declared. “Dance?!” Adrian exclaimed and laughter burst from between Freya’s lips before and could stop it. She hid her face and turned it to a cough and to her horror, she realised she’d only reminde

Francine declared, raising her glass. "Bring on the dancers! I want to see some hot men and dance the night away!" Layane shouted, nearly climbing onto the table, drawing laughter from her friends. "That bitch! I've never been this pissed in my life!" Frederick growled, peeking through the curtain’s gap. He was shirtless, wearing only a mask, ready to take action. Cassius, beside him, looked like he was about to pass out just from thinking about what he had to do. "You all know what to do, right?" Layla asked, trying to organize the chaos.

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

As I began to pour, I felt a hand go over mine. “Easy their killer, you don’t want the cup to be filled with foam,” a deep voice came from the person touching my hand, their other hand tipping my cup to avoid foam. I looked up to see a tall figure. It didn’t take long for me to realize who he was when his eyes flickered to his reptilian eyes back to his hazel ones. I jumped to see his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, turning the valve off. “It’s Quinn, right?” I nodded, taking a sip of my beer. “I’m Fred. Sorry about the other day. I forgot how uneasy my other form is.” “No worries, I’m still getting used to all the different people here,” I chuckled. Looking up at him. The

she smiled, her eyes sparkling. I hesitated for a moment, but something inside me compelled me to take a step forward, grasping her hands in mine. We danced together in the middle of the room, oblivious to the curious onlookers. I didn't care about the whispers or judgments that might have followed. Freya's graceful movements guided me, and I surrendered myself to her rhythm and steps.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

this time they laugh together • • • [Freya And Jospeh] " Huhh you don't even know how to dance Freya Stand properly, otherwise you will fall" "Fuck!!there is no place. You occupied everywhere how can i even stand damnit!!" " Oh hello? There's not much place here we have to manage anywhere" he hold her waist with one hand "why are you so tall? I can't even hold you properly" "Short girl" he laughed [•••I'll love you for a thousand more•••]

But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so. I played " No more sad song by Little Mix" and i kept dancing yeah apart from food the thing i love most in this world is dancing sometimes i do go for competitions done in the streets and i always come as the winner well you know what my mum knows about my obesity with music and dancing but she doesn't know i go for competitions why because she hates it she doesn't want me to go to music line. She get furious anytime she sees me doing it but i don't care why because I am me. I danced for like two hours but i kept feeling I am forgetting something i wonder what that is. Oh my God my job! its past an hour already what am I gonna do

until I looked at him and saw his mischievous smirk, the dark glint in his eyes as he rubbed his palms together. Uh-oh. I glanced at Dylan his eyes were cold and fixed on Freddie, his expression unreadable. "I've got just one request," Freddie drawled, grinning. "An easy one at that-" "Yes? What is it?" Dylan cut in, sounding slightly impatient. "Give Dylan a lap dance," Freddie said. My eyes widened instantly. My jaw hit the floor. "WHAT?!" I gasped, utterly gobsmacked. "Yes! He's your husband. Makes it even easier," Gwen chimed in, grinning like a lunatic.