Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

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.

Caroline paused in her dance when someone suddenly held her waist. "You're a good dancer," the man whispered in her ear. She smiled when she realized it wasn't Alexander. "And... you're so hot!" She slowly turned around to see who it was. "Thank you," Caroline softly said, placing her hands on the man's waist. The man leaned down and looked at Caroline intently as she danced. She's so sexy while dancing. He matched every move she made. The man's gaze lowered to Caroline's thin, red lips. Her lips were enticing, and he couldn't resist himself from kissing them.

"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."

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.

I walk to the stripping pole in the room, my hooded eyes becoming hazy as I set my gaze on the man. "Welcome...", he says, his deep husky tone sending shivers down my spine. The man is seated comfortably, with his legs apart. His shirt's button is undone, his buff physique barely contained in the dress shirt. His left hand rests on his thigh, and his long slender fingers grip the skin slightly. In his other hand is a remote, which he presses. A slow song begins, and I start swaying to its rhythm in a slow sensual dance. As I dance, the man's eyes follow my movements keenly, his gaze burning intensely. My eyes lock on his, and I bend over, deliberately flashing him with my underwear as I unbu

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.

Callum only glanced at him and asked "Is he here?" "He is, but keep in mind he's been losing for the past two hours and he's in a very sour mood." He took a drag and Oliver noticed the man's nails were painted in a dark color. Kohl, Oliver guessed but had no actual idea if he was right. The man in the dress led them in and Oliver took up his surroundings. There was a young man, sitting on the couch. A woman, visibly older was sitting next to him, giggling while the man was squeezing her breasts. She unlaced the top knots of her corset and he pushed his hand deeper.

The heat of the alcohol on my system was just making me filled with such energy that I might have to release them. “Are you kidding me?” August scoffed in disbelief. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you as a dancer.” He spat and it sounded so much like there’s a lot of things that he doesn’t know about me yet. “I’m not but I’ll dance for you.” I replied moving a bit closer to August. I’m not really a dancer nor have I danced in my entire life but this night, the mood and the heat and just the presence of August makes me want to dance. It might be horrible but I’d like to put a smile on his cute face. I snuggled on his arm just like a kid looking for some space to be sweet. “Anything for the perso