Dancing Queen Novels & Stories

He just prayed that she stayed loyal to him. Mina, who was disguised as the queen, was about to take the last staircase to the podium but for some reason,she halted, then turned and headed straight to the dance floor. It was no secret that the queen sucked in dancing. No matter how many dance classes she took, she couldn't seem to relate to the dancing. Seeing her walking to the dance floor, everybody was surprised,the king was not excluded. " What is she trying to do? Does she want to be embarrassed so much?" Justin muttered. It's true he never liked that woman, but he wouldn't want her making a fool of herself In Front of the cameras.

There is no space for genuine emotion here. The song seems to continue on endlessly as we spin and spin in circles across the floor. The fiddle player not playing a song as intended, rather looking to the King to signal when he has heard enough of this tune; the King the true maestro, setting the tempo and crescendo of this dance without ever setting foot on the floor. This endless dance is his punishment for me. My penance for my sin. The King’s judgment and punishment executed quickly, leaving no question on his view of my behavior. My body begins to feel weak as I drag this magnificent gown across the floor. My only reprieve, the Queen, sparing me the humiliation of dancing alone, even if

Not just because of the colorful lights dancing on the ceiling but also because of the romantic sultry music accompanied by them. This woman had lots of stuff on her sleeves. "My king, let me dance for your eyes only!" Jaque stood on the foot of the bed right in front of me. She began touching her hair down to her neck and then her breasts while dancing seductively. Her facial expressions were making my d*ck throb faster. D*mn, just by that, this woman could make me c*m.

as we danced. Then the drumbeats became more powerful and strong as the men danced forward with their fire torches flying in the air. Their hips moved in the provocative dance, that left the Queen blushing as she looked on, then my men joined them Daning around me with their lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. Her eyes grew wide, she could not take her eyes off of us in our sultry dance movements that made her wet with wanting and need. "Oh my..." she whispered. We could all smell her sexual arousal.

I just want to be alone. “It’s Yolanda babes… can I come in?” I sighed and called her in. “I have to get you ready,” she smiled. A black dress hung over her arm and on the other hand a bag shaped like a box. I put on the dress. It was a black sateen dress with long sleeves and a skirt that reached down to my ankles. It was tight at the top but the ends of the sleeves were wide. Yolanda sat in front of me powdering my face and putting shimmer on my eyelashes and lipstick on my lips. All these foreign things felt itchy on my skin and my first instinct was to scratch but Yolanda slapped my hand away from my face.

Didn't do anything wrong, indeed. "Don't get me wrong, Daniel," she retorted, "I'm not here to argue nor say something about anything to anyone." With a domineering face, chin jutting out, she glanced at the trembling girl, who was cowering behind Daniel. "Queens don't compete with hoes." Her cold lilac eyes then stared at the man, who she thought was different.

The next morning, Vera's door flew open. Carlo stormed in, all fire and fury. Eyes bloodshot, jaw tight. "Why'd you run last night?" he barked. "Why the hell'd you call Gina?" Vera blinked. The heat in his voice threw her. 'Wasn't this the dance? I stepped aside. Didn't he want that?' She gave a small smile. "She's the Chisari principessa. You care about her. Last night, she was the only one who could pull you outta that mess.

Like a story everyone should know. "Astria?" I repeated. "Long ago, humans called me many names….but the one they remember most…is the Queen of Dragons. My stomach dropped. The Queen, not a queen, but the queen. Every child in Adengard grew up hearing stories about her. You know, Legends, myths, warnings. Nobody had seen her for generations. Well, I'm pretty sure nobody back home has ever seen a dragon, talk more or less of the Queen of dragons And now, now she was sitting in front of me making jokes.

"You’ve got flashy hands, I'll give you that. But out here in the real world, ego gets you crushed. You think you're untouchable because of a few headlines?" She skated closer, stopping inches from the boards where I stood. She tilted her chin up, her gaze steady, completely unbothered by my intimidation. "I don't think I'm untouchable, Coach Sterling. I KNOW I'm the best skater in this program. I am the Ice Queen. You can try to put me down all you want, but you can't deny what you saw today."

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.