Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Holland, who I guided into the gyrating crowd. When we started dancing, Holland looked so tempting, tall, and slim, but his tight round booty was encased in fitted black jeans with rips at the knees and a white loose-fitting dress shirt. He caught my attention and the attention of other girls, too! His outfit showcased his broad shoulders and tight waist. His deep brown hair was combed off his face, making him stand out even more. Amanza had moves that excited me. The man was getting it on the dance floor as he went all out to show me the best time of my life.

A dangerous aura emanated from him, making the others dare move closer to him. At the far secluded side across the dance floor, Dylan saw his mate dancing along with the people he saw in the picture. She clung herself to the man’s neck, burying her nose on his chest while her waist swayed seductively from side to side. The afro-haired woman sandwiching her from behind, holding her waist as she dances as well.

I shook my hair out so it fell messy around my shoulders, then sprayed a light mist of my vanilla-amber perfume along my neck and between my breasts. When the knock finally came, I opened the door to find Dax standing in the pouring rain, holding a small bag with candles and a flashlight. Water dripped from his dark hair down onto his gray t-shirt, making the fabric cling to every ridge of his muscular chest. His jeans were soaked at the hems. He looked strong, mature, and so damn sexy it almost hurt. “Nadia,” he said, his voice low and rough around the edges. “You alright?” “Come in, quick,” I whispered, stepping aside.

Lani and Aurora leaned against each other, feeling the rhythm of the music, swaying their bodies, and dancing with a captivating allure that drew admiration from the surrounding crowd. As Lani was excitedly dancing, she suddenly felt warmth around her waist, a hand gently moving across. Stiffening, Lani immediately tilted her head to see a man who had approached her, his mesmerizing gaze placing a hand on her waist. Startled, Lani stepped back and forcefully pushed the man away. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed, squinting her eyes to get a look. She realized that the man was Hebe's sugar daddy, someone she found repulsive.

Not because he is dancing with some other woman, it's because he is dancing with Anamika, her rival. Sarah looked around and spotted a Man who was standing alone, drinking his wine. He have raven black hair and a light stubble. he was tall, taller than Xavier and muscular. Sarah had no idea who is this man but he was definitely someone important and it was obvious by his aura. Sarah thought for a second and walked towards the handsome stranger. "Would you like to dance with me Mr._?" She asked confidently but all her confidence drained down when he looked at her with his Amber eyes, which was screaming danger. he had that dark and dangerous look.

I ordered and went back to my drink. She began dancing and I couldn't help it but burst out into laughter that made her stop with a crinkled face. What is so funny? She did. Woman, can't you see what you're doing is funny. What you're doing now is " get back the hell where you came from" code, and I'm not willing to do that because I came here to get something dismaying out of my head but you're not of any help. Entertain me woman before I send you back to those lecherous cree—–

Dax, beside Mia, was very quiet. She looked at him. The gauntlet on his left arm had come back to life, the liquid-chrome flowing again in its channels, the iridescent blue pulsing in the pattern she had learned to read as naturally as a heartbeat. He was looking at his right hand, turning it slowly, watching the Code-Born energy move beneath the skin in the way that water moves beneath ice. "Louder again," he said. "Yes," she said. "But it's still me," he said. "I can still tell."

Manuel asked casually. “It’s nice,” I mumbled. “It’s more than nice. I can tell from your face that you love it,” he teased. “Yeah, it’s been good so far,” I admitted, turning my attention to the dancers. Four of them approached our table—two for me, and two for Manuel. A redhead straddled me, giving me a lap dance, while the brunette beside her ran her hands over me. I was losing myself in the moment when a familiar voice snapped me out of it.

Nora asked not understanding. "It is an ancient dance which humans don't know of, even our kind became jealous of it. Do not tell anyone where you learn the dance from." Daisy told her. "I will not tell anyone, but I nearly show someone I have come to love the door to this place, but we couldn't find it. I thought it was gone forever." Nora told the Daisy. Calling Philip her love made her blush in embarrassment.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see a tall man with black hair, long and wavy, that had a blonde tip. I could see that everyone had stopped dancing, and everyone’s attention was fixed on the person standing in front of me. He had an aura of respect and confidence around him. With a warm smile, he stretched out his hands and asked, “Can I have this dance?”