Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

“Could you please come again sir?” The man smirked as he knew that this girl was an easy bait. “Would you like to dance with me?” He held out his hand, looking in her brown eyes. “Of course sir. That would be my honour.” Her mouth fell open and she instantly planted her hand on his palm, walking across the bar. She stood happily next to him and the man held her hand, walking past everyone to the dance floor. Everyone’s gaze, including Daisy’s was now stuck on Ethan and the girl along with him.

Their movements were graceful, their steps harmonious, and some even showcased intricate stances that drew admiration from the crowd. Danice didn’t have much expectation for the competition. All she needed to do was dance through the two songs and get eliminated before the final selection. That alone would fulfill her condition. They stepped onto the center of the dance floor. Danice faced the masked man, placed one hand on his shoulder, and reached for his other hand. But the moment her hand touched his shoulder, she felt him stiffen. She looked up at him with questioning eyes. The man met her gaze and explained in a low, monotone voice, “…It’s… just been a while since someone touched me.”

Neoma looked at the man, smiling toward her, with his right hand extended to her while he bent a bit. “May I dance to the most beautiful Princess in this event?” the baritone voice of the man, which goes in tune to the melodious song of the violin filled Neoma’s ears. She was stunned as she just looked at him and like her right hand has its own life, distinct from her whole body, it moved and in a millisecond was already inside the large hand of the mysterious gorgeous man.

Neon lights flashed across the dance floor, and the air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. Cameron ordered a strong cocktail at the bar and downed half of it quickly, letting the warmth spread through her veins. Then she moved onto the dance floor alone, swaying to the heavy rhythm. For the first time in months, she let herself go completely, eyes closed, hips moving freely, losing herself in the music. She had been dancing for nearly twenty minutes when a tall, muscular man approached her. He had broad shoulders, dark hair, and a confident smirk that spoke of trouble.

Fred seems not to understand what Amod mean this code can only be decode by whoever created the code Amod is very sure looking at the code that is the only reason he is unable to translate it So you mean only the person that creates the code could translate what is in this file? Fred ask to be sure he understand what Amod is saying yes, Mr. Waltz Amod nod his head and everyone of them sigh but Anny feel that she is somehow familiar with the codes, she dont know if her feels were right but she seems to have see those codes somewhere before, she think of where she has seen the codes before but she could not just remember where she have seen the codes that means this file is useless to us Hayde

I think this is what's called a pack, and Noah, as the alpha, takes care of them all this much. A man who already looks drunk approaches me. The scent of wine is strong enough on his body "oh beautiful. You want to dance with me, "teased the man. My stomach immediately nauseous smelled the alcohol on his body. I even closed my mouth and avoided it. It was such a strong scent. I couldn't help myself. the more I walked backward, the man the closer to me to tease me "come on, and I will not be rude in dancing'" he said again

, he said, showing off his braced teeth Misty was tall and rather thin with an assuming mustache on the top of his upper lip. Avila forced a smile, even though she knew it was all a facade. Misty didn't care about her, or any of the other dancers. He only cared about the money they brought in. "Thanks, Misty," said Avila, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

After cleaning up his wounds and having a meal, Daniel went back to sleep. She opened her laptop and filtered her messages again. There’s been some messages from FlowerMan, sharing about planting roses. She doesn’t want to chat right now. She will reply once everything is okay with Daniel. Then something caught her eye. PenisMan, her codename for the creepy account, sent her a photo. It was a photo of hands tied together in a hand-cuff. She felt her heart fell out of her chest when she realized whose hands were those. That’s Daniel’s hands.

I said as I smile and look at them, I peek at the side where my crazy relatives are to see them looking so pale and angry making me smirks. We moved to the next which is dancing. Sammantha pulls Henry and they dance a love tango. I smirk really pissed as I watch them dance in a seductive manner. When the two walk down the stage, Henry starts to walk towards me when I walk away towards my butlers Zyrem and Clide. I whisper to them as they bow. I walk towards Mera and whisper to her. Mera smiles as I take another glass of wine on the table and drinks it straight. Mera follows me on the stage with a deadly smile on her lips. We whisper to Jake who smiles and nods. Jake and his team played Promi

I raised my brows, placing my empty glass down and clearing my throat. “Lia,” I answered. “What’s yours?” “They call me D.” “Well D,” I said placing extra emphasis on his... name. “Would you like to dance?” He shook his head, looking over the glass that I had finished. “I don’t dance,” he declared. “Besides, I’ve seen what happens to men that join you for a dance.” I rolled my eyes at him. “I’d rather much like to continue talking to you.” “Lia!”