Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

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

I knew exactly how many steps it took to get to the man whose hands were exploring what was mine. Thirty-six, if you were wondering. “May I have this dance?” I asked, the sweetness poisoning my tongue. Cody took one look at me before taking a step back. The only thing I could predict about my bunny was that she wouldn’t make a scene in public, so I took advantage. I pulled her close - too close - and let my hands retrace where my new nemesis had been, burning away the sensation of his touch. I relished in the embers that licked across every inch of skin that came in contact with hers. The feeling was addicting, and not something I thought I could ever give up.

They teased him with their dancing steps. They grabbed Mani into the dance and being a dance lover, she danced with them with zeal. Her mother hugged both her daughters and put kala tika (black spot) behind their ears to protect them from the evil eye. Daniel crossed his arms across his chest and enjoyed the dance of his wife. Even though he didn't understand the lyrics, he sat there like a King he was. He knew that they were teasing him but did he care? Not at all. He was not interested to see anything or anyone. His eyes were only seeing his wife dancing perfectly with the beats. She was looking gorgeous as usual with the colourful dress and low bun, twirling around like a Queen she was.

Which is more vodka than anything. “Business.” Is all he says and I nod my head, not really interested, as I want to dance some more. I stand up, and Lola follows as we go back to the dance floor. Dancing with her to DNA Loving You by Billie Gillies. I get lost in the music once more when I feel hands move to my waist. I stiffen slightly, but for some reason, I relax as I dance back into who it is. I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

Because this man was about to become Amir’s game for the night, and he didn't even know how to play this game of life and death. Amir continues dances under the flashing light, bare skin alight with a soft sheen of sweat and spilled liquor, he dances and moves faster and faster until he twists 180 to face the man and his face in closer, leans into his ear and lets his sharp tongue poke out and run along his flushed lobe. "Touch me again if you want to lose your fingers, one by one, pinkie first." He finishes it with a soft kiss to his neck and pulls back to look at the face of the person he had been dancing with tonight.

"Show me." I smiled and used my hidden dance moves to him. The song shifted to another one—a fast tempo. The man nodded at the beat while I moved my torso and my hands and bent my knees altogether, joining him. The man beamed at me, and god, he was beautiful. Then, I moved my hips slowly, emphasizing my butt. Then twerked. The others were looking at us, while the man was only looking at me. He leaned to my ears and whispered, "Why would a she-wolf approach me?"

The room’s atmosphere grew increasingly edgy. “You refused to dance with me, right?” the man whispered into Elena’s ear, his breath sending chills down her neck. She froze, whimpering almost silently. “You’ll do something better.” He giggled and brushed the tip of his nose against her neck, causing her to stiffen further. “Please, I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you. Please, I beg you, forgive me and let me go,” Elena begged, summoning the last shreds of courage, unable to make eye contact.

I was dancing alone, but not when I felt someone approach me and hold me by the waist. I looked at the man. So handsome. Its face is foreigner and tall. He looks like an NBA basketball player with extra height and white skin. I was bored and I would have avoided him when I felt his grip tighten and slide his palms around my waist, I was disgusted. But I couldn't do it when I looked at Zack's direction and saw him staring intently at my dance partner as if he's really to kill whoever this man with me right now.

Delina stood still in there and watched as people were dancing. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a masked man standing in front of her, reaching out his hand. “Pardon me, but would you like to dance with me?” He asked. Delina was hesitant, “I came here with my partner. I don’t think he will be happy to see me dance with another man.” She replied. “Is that so? But that is not what I was asking, my lady.” The man added before smiling and speaking again.