Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

The party started once again and everyone was happy. “Wow, you look so beautiful,” Arjun complimented Manu as he went close to her. Manu turned to look at him. “Thank you!” she appreciated the compliment. “Can I have a dance with you?” he requested. “Sorry, I don’t dance with strangers.” “But I’m not a stranger, I’m Arjun Adhirai. What’s your lovely name?” “I’m Manikarnika Singham, simply Manu,” she introduced. “Indeed you have a lovely name. So, since I’m no longer a stranger, can I dance with you?”

fixed my hair. Then they quickly parted and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my Dance regalia for the first time, my hips swirled to the beat of the drum as I joined themSurprizing my men with my dance movements, Dancing out the story of our unique Kingdom. The look on their faces said it all.. as I seductively danced toward them. My mates surrounded me with their smiles and lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. My eyes locked onto Niklaus as he pulled me close to him, teasing me with the thrusting of his cock, as Kie joined him, Sam danced close and leaned in, whispering in my ear "My mate" My eyes locked onto his and I said "Mate" his full lips parted with a devious sm

Manik was watching me with worry on his face. “Red wine won’t harm.” “As you say, sweetheart.” I smiled. “To the success of Manik Johnson.” I raised my glass a little and cheered with him. He clicked his glasses against mine before we both took a sip. He tilted his head to the stereo as he placed his wine down. "May I have the honor to dance with this beautiful lady?" He forwarded his hand to me, bending a little in front of me. I took another sip of wine before placing my glass next to his. “I would be honored too.” I replied, giving him my hand.

Then, she found him. In the center of the storm, there was a void. A hollowed-out space where a man used to be. She saw him—not the husk in the tank, but the Dante from her memories. He was standing in a gray, featureless landscape, his arms outstretched as thick, black cables coiled around his neck and chest. They weren't just cables. They were lines of code, pulsing with a sick, neon light. They were feeding on him. "Bianca?" His voice wasn't a sound; it was a ripple in the static.

“I can do it, Mr. Sterling! It’s no trouble at all. I could use the fresh air.” Daniel had fixed him with one of his piercing, analytical stares, those slate-grey eyes seeming to look right through him, cataloging his every motive. A slow, unreadable smile had touched his lips. “Can you now, Min? Alright. The code is 1-9-8-4. Don’t break anything. And don’t go in my bedroom.”

He said and averted his eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to stand up, "I'll just dance." I said and tried to walk to the center where a lot of people were dancing. I left Six at the bar counter alone and danced in the middle, and tried to release the pain I was feeling in my chest. I was surprised when suddenly someone grabbed my waist and joined me in my dancing. When I faced it, I immediately saw the man I did not know who looked rich. Since I don’t care anymore, and the alcohol had completely consumed my System, I continued to dance with him until he suddenly disappeared behind me and Six immediately pulled me away from the middle of the bar.

The man was getting it on the dance floor as he went all out to show me the best time of my life. Copeland's shoulders did a slight jerk while doing the latest dances; all I could see was all his swagger. Each burst from the strobe lights landed on his slightly tan skin; it made him glow. Soon the next beat became intermingled with another flash and song. Some couples left the dance floor. Others slid into place, arms wrapped around each other to execute slow, sexy moves.

Wanda naturally agreed. The man danced around the pole and took off his shirt, revealing his eight-pack abs. The testosterone heavily lingered in the air. The flashing lights and deafening music made it impossible to think of anything else. Helma loosened up and continued drinking. Wanda shouted, "You're not dancing very well!" The man worked harder. His waist and hips twisted like a snake. Helma was delighted with the show. The woman with Wanda was even bolder. She ordered several bottles of champagne and sprayed it on the male dancer.

I look around the room to find Dash shaking his head. Grabbing a new drink from the bar, I walk to the window, shielding us from the crowd, and start scanning the dancing bodies. I was never a good dancer, and that’s okay because dancing is not something a man like me should be seen doing anyway. Couples rubbing their bodies against each other, women trying to provoke men to spend their money on them, and then I see her.

On our way back to the booth, I was stopped by a muscle-clad giant wearing a shit that looked like it was about to rip under the strain of his arms. “Hey baby,” He said in a silky voice. “Fancy a dance?” I stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was actually talking to me. “Of course she does!” I felt Fiona nudge me towards the man. He flashed me a perfectly white smile before leading me away towards the dance floor. I turned back helplessly towards Fiona, who stood there with her thumbs up. She obviously thought she’d done me a huge favour. The man who hadn’t even told me his name guided me onto the smoky floor, instantly pulling me towards him as he swayed his hips in time to the music