Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

"Her name is Wanda Davis, she shouldn't be hard to find." "You know my fees." The man on the other line said. "Wire me half." "I will, just find her as soon as possible." "Find who?" Amber asked. He was so engrossed in what he doing that he didn't notice her come in. He smiled and went to his wife, he took her hands and danced, confused, she pushed him away. "Are you losing your mind now?" "Honey I found a way to get money." He said to her. "I found a solution to our money problems."

As I climbed up, a couple of other werewolves were approaching me to dance with me, but then everyone froze and parted as this masked man came up to me. He reached and opened his hand for me. “May I have this dance, Miss?” He asked me. He looked quite strange and his voice sent shivers up my spine. I gulped and handed him my hand. Since he was the only one in front of me. The others stayed back. He had a grey suit on, matching his grey mask and had matched them with biro blue shoes. He had grey eyes, I wondered if Grey was his favourite colour. I sighed and we started to dance. He had so much presence, he must be someone influential.

Can't believe I just had my first drink of alcohol ’ I thought. When in got inside the club, there I saw about five hundred human body's dancing around. Some people were grinding into each other that even my finger couldn't have fit between them. There were so many people that it was difficult to step in. Lydia held my hand as she pushed us among the crowd, we had to get bar but it wasn't until our grind with the others. Finally we got to the bar, I was already feeling dizzy. I felt like dancing to the song that was playing ‘no dulling’ by Keche featuring Kwami Eugene. So I got up and started dancing and this was also the first time I was dancing with so many people.

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.

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.

A man was talking to me and asking me to dance. “Well, I am not a good dancer but I would love too,” I said and I give him my hands. He took the lead and just waltz. What a handsome man. Black hair, blue eyes and a face that can charm even a goddess. He was tall that I am looking up to him and his body was sturdy and muscles. Just by touching his shoulders and his hands. “Lady, May I ask what is your name? This is my first time seeing you.” he asked

"Give me the code for the door!" "No," the man wheezed, his eyes bulging as he breathed in the toxic green air. "If I die... you all... die with me." Bryan reached him first. He didn't hit him this time. He grabbed the man’s tie and pulled his face close to the green fog leaking from the vent. "The code," Bryan growled. "Or I take your mask off right now." The man’s eyes filled with terror. He tapped four numbers into the air with his shaking fingers. "6-9-2-2."

My body began to sway to the beat. “Want to go dance?” Damen smirked when he noticed my movements. “One more drink,” I said with a grin. I went back to the bar, requesting a refill and sucking the wonderful concoction in two gulps. “Ready!” I cried out, and Damen chuckled in amusement at my antics. He grabbed my hand and led us through the glass door. The noise, smell, and dizzying lights rotating in time with the music made Diana cringe. I took a calming breath to adjust my wolf senses and followed Damen to the floor.