Novel & Cerita Dancing Man Code

Eon cocked his head to the side, wondering what’s with the man that made his wolf anxious but Li Na was already being crowded on the dance floor. He walked briskly to her side, pulled the small of her back, and plastered her to his body as they danced to the pulsating music from the DJ’s beats. Li Na danced with total abandon in his arms and the fact that his wolf was anxious with the strange man in the bar was forgotten. He melted at the moment—with the music and Li Na’s glorious scent.

Mane looked dissatisfied as he grumbled. “Easy steps kid,” Dan’s figure flashed as he disappeared from his former position and reappeared right next to Mane. He ruffled Mane’s golden hair with a small grin on his face as Mane tried to get the man off him. Mane was tall, but Dan had the physique of a hulk. So Mane still looked like a kid before the giant man. After several dozens of seconds Mane was able to pull himself free.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

You taught me to want this, and now it’s the most dangerous vulnerability we have. The dance was no longer a cover. It was a battlefield. Every point of contact—Sabe’s hand in his, the other firm on his back, the brush of their thighs—was a skirmish. The waltz was their coded language, the 1-2-3 rhythm a countdown to something neither of them could control.

The man had a similar aura to Ethan, dark and gloomy. "I am Alpha kaizen. What is my dance partner's name?." He asked. "Theadora." She said briefly, gazing around and searching for Ethan who was probably taken by somebody else. "You seem to be very nervous, miss Theadora. Why is that?." "Nothing," "You're not good at dancing, I presume?." "Isn't it obvious?." Thea shot at him..

She slowly took a seat. The once noisy bar was now reduced to a pin drop silence bar, as they stared on. "Can...can I have some tea?" She stuttered. "Yes?" The man was staring unbelievable at her. Didn't she know this is a bar and not a tea shop? "We don't have things like that here?" "Oh...how about ginger or garlic tea?" "We might have the garlic one..." "Oh great thanks!" She squeaked, still feeling their eyes on her. As the bar man left to get her garlic tea, she slowly turned in her seat and stared hardly at them.

the bartender asked. “Yes—” “No!” Ananya and I said at the same time. “That’s enough. You will have no more,” Ananya said firmly. “Fine!” I rolled my eyes, then got up and moved unsteadily to the dance floor. I let my hips sway a little, my eyes half-closed, moving to the rhythm of the music like it would somehow make everything disappear. A hand suddenly gripped my waist. “Hey beautiful. You shouldn’t be dancing alone.” The man standing behind me smelled like expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.

She had to have come through the portal. “Okay!” Dax startled me back to reality, and I opened my eyes, turning to see him flying up behind me. “It was really hard to understand her, but I think she said the code is 10290315.” I grabbed a pencil and a Post-It note to write it down before we forgot what he’d just said. As soon as I had it on the paper, I turned and punched it into the computer. “Access denied. Dang it!” I slammed my hand down on Lena’s desk, frustrated nothing seemed to be working.

Their eyes met across the floor, and Jamie felt his stomach flip. Why was he looking at me? The man extended a hand wrapping it around Jamie's waist when he got closer. “Dance with me?” he asked, voice smooth, confident. Jamie noticed he wasn't all that taller than his 5’9. Jamie, flushed from movement and alcohol, didn’t hesitate. He placed his hand on his shoulder, and they moved together, weaving through the crowd. The music became their private rhythm, bodies close but not touching too much, the dance electric. He could feel adrenaline, excitement, attraction—everything he craved for a night like this.

For twenty-four years, I've been searching for the damned code but I haven't found it just yet. The girl had the code, somehow!