Dancing Queen Novels & Stories

Not like I care though, scratch that, I get furious when she does that. "Why is the school this rowdy?"I asked when I couldn't take it anymore. "Hmm a dance competition is going to take place," Mary said. "Really? Wow, I am so happy. I am going to register for it." I said excitedly. "Lis, it's not just any kind of competition," Mary said kind of down. "What do you mean?" I asked surprised. "Well, this competition happens every seventeen years to choose a new queen of k-pop. A lot of influential people are gonna add their kids. This always causes a lot of uproars and claims lives." Mary said which made me dumbstruck.

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

"Dance?" When a familiar song played on Erik's phone, the young lady immediately understood what he meant. That's why when he stood up and reached for her hand, she gave it to him with a smile. And a few moments later they started to dance along to the familiar and special song King and Queen of Hearts by David Pomeranz.

She looped her arms around his neck and said, “Don’t be too anxious. I would have liked anything as long as you prepared it. But this is beautiful. It shows how much you understand me.” “Do I get a reward for this?” He asked as he wrapped his hands around her waist and led her to the dance floor. “Aren’t I already in your arms? What more do you want?” She asked cockily. “I want to dance with you,” He said as they started to sway with the soft music. “You just want an excuse to hold me in your arms,” She countered without any intention of breaking free. “I love how well you understand me,” He admitted. They both laughed at that as they continued to sway with the music pressing closer and clos

Hey, if Pierce Brosnan had the balls to do this on screen, why wouldn't I? When the song ended, everyone applauded. Laughing, breathless, I collapsed onto my partner, who wasn't even panting. His arms encircled me. “Hey, Dancing Queen, I'd slow dance. He leaned his hip against mine. “Hey, Dancing Queen, I'd slow dance. He leaned his hip against mine. suggestive. Although the Abba songs had been a lot of fun, when the next one started, Nav was pleased to hear Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York." Now he could hug

The frenetic sound of stomping music accompanied the steps of a beautiful brown-haired woman who was busy writhing her body, teasing every man she met along the way to the dance floor. With her thigh-high black clothes, and a pretty face that is so alluring, she is able to attract any man she likes. Whistles, chirps, and invitations to dance flocked to her every step, but not many of them could really conquer the proud queen's heart, because she didn't really like what she was doing right now.

This scene, a collision of uninhibited revelry, clashes with the tranquillity I hold dear. After what felt like an eternity, Sophia reappears, her little black sparkly dress glistening under the dance floor lights. The long strands of her perfectly straightened hair cascade down her back, complementing her light chocolate legs that seem to go on forever. Her radiant, light chocolate skin emanates a natural glow that accentuates her beauty. Envy swirls within me as I take in her flawless appearance. She embodies confidence, exuding a bubbly and outgoing nature, a stark contrast to my own shy and awkward demeanour. The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my

’ “Does anyone want to bet? Betting whether Her Majesty the Queen will accept another man’s dance invitation at the year-end ball, or not.” “Wahahaha, what a cool bet. I’m in. I’d say she will.” “Really, that icy queen? Even though there is a concubine on The Alpha King’s side, she will still maintain her principle of not dancing with any man other than her husband.” “So you’re betting that the queen won’t be dancing with anyone else, right?” “Yup.” “Me too. I think she’s too proud to go back on her word.” “Then I guess, me too.”

I wasn’t sure I would be able to take another rejection. No! Landon is not Alexander! I closed my eyes lightly as I took a shaky breath. The bastard was simply trying to get into my head, and I would not allow him. Slowly, I opened my eyes as I made my way down the dancehall, with the dancing bodies hitting me at all sides. "Attention!" That was the queen. My eyes pulled up, and it was then that I noted that the Queen was beaming to the crowd as she stood on the podium. She wouldn’t say anything that would break all my dreams.

She was humming Dancing Queen by Abba, and as he watched she sang the words, ‘You are a Dancing Queen, ‘Young and sweet only seventeen’ She hiccuped and giggled, ‘Well not seventeen but almost nineteen ‘s close enough’ ‘You can dance, ‘You can jive Having the time of your life.’ She stopped abruptly gazing out of the window then wobbled to the bed, ‘Not the time of my life though is it?’ ‘It could be, if you let me help you make it so’ He stepped into the room and stood in front of her,