Dancing Queen Novels & Stories

My breath hitches in my throat as I find myself mesmerized. “ Dance with me, My Queen. ” He murmurs, his voice a hushed request, meant only for me, yet everyone hears. A grin tugs at my lips, and I curtsy playfully. “ I would love to. ”

A queen reborn with no escape. And when I rise—I do not plead. I come with fire. I come to feed. Dumuzi’s name I call aloud, His mask of joy, I strip it proud. He shall not dance while I decay— I drag him down, he cannot stay. Let kings who cheat beware this song. For I am wrath, both fierce and long. Let lovers mourn what they betray— I’ll crown them gods, then burn their clay. I swayed my hips with magnetic grace, my arms lifted in perfect rhythm throughout the song, bending my body into pure seduction.

We all followed his line of cry, indicating to our clans we had commenced our ceremony to my womanhood and the time I could meet my mate. Elder Cameo gave me his hand, which I took as we walked to the nearest part of the center in front of the band. He said, “I shall have your first dance, and after is your husband, as your father is not here to give away his full control, for he has to uphold. You have proven to be the true identity of a Queen, which a Queen of my clan must have, as my respect for your mature age will bring you all of my wisdom, the wisdom my centuries have come to obtain by hard work, the persistence of anguish, until the end of your living days, and if you please?” I smil

She was in a dark riding habit, her whip tapping rhythmically against her thigh. "Does he have them, Doctor?" Charlotte’s voice was a whip-crack in the quiet. "He does." Daniel patted his pocket. "And I have the diagnosis you requested. The 'Queen' suffers from a corruption of the flesh. A hidden blight. It’s why the womb remains barren." "A blight?" Charlotte walked a slow circle around Noah, her eyes fixed on the gold collar. "How very tragic. The King must be devastated. A corruption like that... it requires a public cleansing, doesn't it?"

Not by name. Not yet. By position. By presence. By the way they stand close together, uncertain, watching. Fear holds them in place. Not loud fear. Quiet fear. The kind that spreads slowly through the body until movement becomes impossible. My gaze moves to the Queen first. She stands tall despite the tension in her shoulders. Her face is composed, carefully controlled, but grief lingers beneath the surface. I see it in the tightness around her eyes. In the way her hands remain clasped too tightly before her.

He uttered and left to get the blanket on the sofa and bid goodbye to Kuro, who was laying down on the floor. “I’ll take the blanket with me.” Alexander waved his hand as he strode on the small hallway that is connecting the entrance and the dining area, and the kitchen. When Jingfei had made sure that the man had already left her unit, she quickly grabbed her phone and played her favourite song, Dancing Queen by Abba. She grooved with the beat as she started washing the dishes. The song reminded her during the time when she was still living with her brother. And everytime she was left alone with her sister-in-law, the woman would play the song playlist of the

Averting my attention to Tyler who was now offering his hand at me, I glanced at Danny and said, “You’re in charge of Emma. Don’t let her talk to other guys but you, okay?” Standing up from the stool and patting Danny’s back, I took Tyler’s hand as we both headed to the dance floor. We squeezed through the crowd and when we find a perfect spot to settle in, I started swaying my hips and danced with the beat of the music. I felt Tyler’s hands gripping my hips as he slowly pulled me towards him so our bodies would be pressed against each other. Since I pretty much didn’t care about what was going on, I just continued to dance and swayed my hips. Tyler leaned his head closer to my face, his han

"You're right, the gods have finally smiled on us. ovaide ovaide osamudiamen ovaide ovaide ovaide" A third nurse concurred, before raising a traditional song of thanksgiving. The other maiden nurses then went on dancing. A traditional dance, that involved swaying, moving from left to right in a rhythmic manner. Although the queen wanted to join them in the dance, she was too tired to do that. So instead, she started swaying, moving the baby left to right as she sat on the stone bed. They danced for a while when suddenly, "Oh No!"

And automatically, they went in different ways. I smiled at the queen and asked, “Uh-huh. So, how much will I pay?” She just shook her head, then I added, “1K?” She shook again. “2K?” *shook*, “3K?” *shook and sighed* Then I said, “Okay, deal. 4K.” I closed the offer, and she just stared at me in disbelief. “Can't you see? I don't need any money from you. I earn my own money. And don't ever think of making a mess with me... again.” She declared with a bit of irritation in her voice.

I could see her face, the queen was back, the Queen Red Bee. The Queen Red Bee who was already jealous of my new fame said, ‘You are not a good dancer, you only won because of the crowd’s chant.’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied, ‘well why don’t you and me make it a double edge show for tonight? What do you say people?’ directing my attention to the crowd. ‘You and me, Queen Merton for the new Dancehall Queen of London.’