Dancing Queen Novels & Stories

Yes, it's none other than Kavita only. Other side, Sanskar drinks the hard drink to suppress his sorrow and pain to forget the girl named - SWARA. The thought of his separation with HER for his upcoming marriage makes him so broken that without thinking a lot, he gulps the drink and goes toward the bar to take more shots . But before that he stumbles a little to face the ground and Swara who has been coming from that side goes to him hurriedly. And then she holds him tightly by holding his shoulders. But to her bad luck, she is too short before his tall figure . So she with great difficulty takes him towards one room of that hotel as if any business colleague of Maheswaris see him in this st

Sitting up abruptly, she scanned her surroundings, realizing she was in the altar of the Witch Queen Mother of the Ocean. "You're so lucky, Anne," the Queen Mother remarked, pouring a substance into a calabash. Anne turned around to see the Queen Mother behind her. The Queen Mother was a beautiful mermaid adorned with a golden crown atop her head and holding a golden scepter in her left hand. "All hail the Queen Mother," Anne said, bowing humbly. The Queen scoffed. "Not yet." Anne lowered her gaze, expressing her regret. "I am sorry this happened, Mother," she said humbly.

Just to frustrate her a bit further. "What do you think of this one?" She held a red number against her body, as she stood in front of the full body mirror. "For your dance date with Jason?" I teased. "The same guy that you're head over heels for, but won't tell? I think it's perfect." "Shut up," she laughed. "Blue's always been your color though," I thoughtfully said as I eyed the pale blue dress that was in the pile with the I'm sure would be rejected other ones.

And I think I only managed to get it right because Ulrich joined me and helped me out a lot. “Jena,” Ulrich stepped up from his throne and presented his hand to me, “My Queen,” My heart thumped louder when he called me that, “May I have this dance?” A pretty smile was on his face and I couldn't help but return it with a bright grin of my own. “Of course,” I slipped my hand into his and stood up from the Queen's throne. The background music in the hall died down as we stepped down the stairs and made our way into the center of the hall.

That's when an upbeat beat started playing, bringing a full smile back to her lips. "I love this song, care to dance with me?" "Have you lost your mind?" I blinked, bewildered. "No one knows who you are here," she sang. I didn't respond, just gave her a tired look. "Alright then, you can watch me dance," she handed me the untouched martini glass before confidently making her way to the dance floor. No other girl in that place moved the way she did; her movements seemed calculated to ensnare all the men present at that party, and surely the queen would disapprove.

Besides, she was so busy right now that it didn’t even matter how things were at home. She would only get busier if she won the Miss Americana pageant. Miss California had to travel all over the state but Miss Americana had to travel all over the country during her year as the queen. The current titleholder was the one to crown the winner the following year.

"Apologies for what just happened. Hazel doesn’t know how to talk—please don’t take her words to heart." The alluring woman in the striking red dress curved her lips into a smile. "Oh, Mr. Price, what are you saying? That was Miss Hazel Queen—the current president of Queen Corp. How could I dare to clash with someone like her?" "But seeing how you two interact, you’re like a pair of bickering lovers. It’s really a pity you divorced." Damon’s gaze grew a shade more complex as he watched the car carrying Hazel drive away. If it weren’t for those misunderstandings...

If your friends are not here, quickly put a call across to them because they don’t want to miss out on what’s about to go down. I can see you guys are eager to know what is happening. I will tell you but first make sure you have enough cash on you. Prepare your dollar bills because you’re going to have to empty your wallets, pockets and accounts tonight. The two high ranking queens of ‘Desires’ are having a duo dance session” the host shouted and the crowd became elated, cheering on. For some of you that are new here, the two queens I’m talking about are not called queens for no reason. They turn heads, they control your desires leaving you thirsty and hungry for their touch.

Helen's POV The ballroom glowed with soft, golden light. Laughter rang in the air. Wolves dressed in their finest silks and suits as they danced and toasted to victory. A celebration. For the pack. For the warriors. For the girl who somehow managed to steal the spotlight again. Clarissa. She stood across the room, glowing like she belonged in Drey’s world, like the seat beside him was always meant for her. She didn’t even look nervous. She looked calm, poised and powerful.

He thrust faster and faster in sheer ecstasy, causing the young woman’s delicate body to tremble uncontrollably. From his perspective, it was a breathtakingly sensual and exquisite sight. With every thrust, the plump flesh of her snow-white buttocks would ripple in soft waves as they were slapped against him—especially with a massive, throbbing cock standing erect and exposed right in the middle. The stark visual contrast was enough to make anyone’s blood boil. The fierce thrusting forced the young woman’s slender waist—so narrow it could barely be gripped—to press even lower, causing her fair, lustrous back and delicate shoulders to tremble slightly.