Dancing Freddy Novels & Stories

I squint at their faces, blinking slowly, “why are you both staring at me like I just committed a crime?” Blake exhales, already exhausted by me. “I told you to slow down,” he says, calmly removing the glass from my hand before I can argue, setting it out of reach. I barely register it. Instead, I sling my arms over their shoulders—one hand gripping Blake’s solid arm, the other resting lazily on Frederick’s shoulder. I feel free. Frederick chuckles. “You know, going out, dancing, letting loose—it’s not bad, Mel.” I laugh softly, the sound breaking halfway.

When I dance, I feel like a fish in water. Dancing is my element. It makes me feel alive and whole. When I was a child, I took ballet classes at school. Although classical dance is beautiful, it’s not the one I enjoy. I prefer modern dance. It’s versatile, dynamic, and theatrical. I'm passionate about how expressive it is. The movements can be completely different from one piece to another. And it has a series of other details that make me love this artistic expression.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress.

No, Faith dances with a reckless abandon that draws me in, making me forget everything else. I watch as she attempts a pirouette, her body wobbling precariously. Yet, she refuses to give up. Her lips curl into a determined smile, and she pushes herself further. The room becomes filled with a sense of both vulnerability and strength—a potent cocktail that both mesmerizes and inspires.

My father said to me, sarcastically. "Yes, dad. I hope you enjoyed it. Please excuse me, I'm going to find my wife again and dance with her." "You owe me one too." My mother interrupted, winking at me. "And me too." Gabrielle said too. The sight I caught on my way to Belle didn't sit right with me. Francis had his hand on her bare back, rubbing, his mouth whispering something very close to her ears. He was flirting with her and she on the other hand was allowing him to.

Just then, Fred appeared, like an angel sent from heaven. "Hey, buddy," he said, putting a hand on Jaxon's shoulder. "I hear you're feeling a little left out. Why don't you dance with me?" Jaxon looked up at his brother, his eyes wide with surprise. He had never expected this, and he didn't know what to say. But then, he felt his anger melt away, and he found himself nodding. "I'd like that," he said, and they stepped onto the dance floor. As Fred and Jaxon danced, Fred noticed a pretty woman across the room. She was dressed in a red dress, her hair styled perfectly. She was beautiful, and Fred couldn't help but be drawn to her. As the dance ended, he approached her, his heart pounding in hi

“Try this.” “I stepped on you one time! You also stepped on mine.” I complained but still accepted the cupcake nonetheless. Fred held this cupcake. It is now a national treasure that my stomach will enjoy. Fred snickered. “You stepped on me first. I just returned the favor.” “You’re a king now. Can you afford to fool around like that?” “Now that I am king, I can do whatever I want.” Fred says and snapped his fingers. The people dancing at the dancefloor began to float in the air as they dance. They were shocked at first but they continued.

The song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ which is Freddie’s favourite song. I felt someone grab my hand and looked back to see Freddie giving me a smile, one of the real ones, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dance with me, Angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Freddie, I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck.

“What’s your problem, buddy? She’s –” “She’s my wife,” Freddy cut in, his tone quiet but lethal. The man straightened, trying to sound confident. “You said she could dance with me.” “I did,” Freddy said evenly, “but I didn’t say you could touch her like that.” His eyes, cold as winter, dropped to where the man’s hand was still brushing my waist. The man quickly let go. Freddy gave him a faint but dangerous smile, “It’s time for us to go.”

The girl was silky smooth with her moves and she was beginning to awaken what I had thought was long dead inside me. "Anywhere you're comfortable with us meeting," I replied, desperately. "Come closer." She inched closer to me again and she swiveled her hips expertly, landing her ass on my laps. I gasped in shock and as Freya turned to look at me, I growled at her. "What is this nonsense. Don't you know - " "Demontes," Freya cut in, eyeing me. "I didn't call these exotic dancers here so you can act like some stiff wood. Come on, have fun!"