Dancing Queen Novels & Stories

Suddenly, amidst the smoky mist and spotlight, Queenie who was wearing a traditional costume, started waving her long sleeves and danced. Sally stared blankly. ‘Her dancing is almost... better than Evonne’s!’ She took a deep breath and then another. In addition to admiration, there was also a sense of desolation and dread inside of her. ‘Fine, let me just embarrass myself this one time…’ After Queenie finished her dance, thunderous applause rang out from the audience. Bennet exclaimed, "Queenie's dancing is getting better and better. I might even say that compared to Nat’s dancing back then..."

Thane's eyes was fixed on me and I looked at him. "You're not wearing a bra?" I shook my head and he groaned. "Where is Jairus?" "He's on a trip." He cleared his throat and the table silenced. "As you all know, we have a new queen and she must be celebrated. A ball will be thrown in her honour three nights from today. You all are invited" They cheered and I blushed. He kissed my hands and the meal continued. A ball in three nights? I was so not ready for this.

I push the single sofa to the corner and I start to play a music, instantly the soft melodramatic sound of piano filled his office. 'Watch me' I mouthed while gesturing my hand as my body move getting along with the music. I look at Vicenzo through his eyes "I wanna be your light" I whisper softly immitating the first line of the song and then I take a single step forward and lift my left leg moving elegantly before I spin and hug myself. It was a swift move. I'm counting inside my head doing the same contemporary ballet that I always dance in front of my mother's grave.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

Fifty-five year old Diane-Crest Cyrus walked into the big bedroom she shared with her husband, Diane and Peter had been married for thirty years, they were high school sweethearts and had dated a long time before tying the knot. Diane was a well-known jewellery designer, she was loved and respected in the industry even though she didn't have her own jewellery brand, she decided not to start one, instead, she made her money by designing for top brands all over the world earning the title The Diamond Queen. Peter and Diane had gotten married at a relatively young age with Peter being twenty-eight and she being twenty-five and two years after their wedding, they welcomed their first child Sarah

He was feeling dizzy because he was used to dancing that much. Even in the united state, where he is in a situation where he had to attend a dance or party, as the foreigners calls it, he always makes sure he doesn’t involve his self in such. Slowly, the sacred dance party organized by the queen ended and the queen gave her last words before leaving the hall. Chloe’s eyes roamed around the room, if she could get a glimpse of her prince charming and then exchange phone numbers with him, and then she will forever be grateful. “Chloe” a drunken viscount dragged, jerking her out of her reveries.

This little woman just had a way of driving me crazy. She slowly began to sway her small hips in perfect sync with the rhythm playing from the speaker. 'I'm a queen card, you wanna be a queen card...' She sang along as she swung her body slowly and rhythmically back and forth. I had thought that probably along the line while watching her dance, my desire was going to calm down, but watching her sway her small waist and watching her breasts jiggle made my dick harden even more. This isn't gonna end well, I could feel it.

Nick's expression changed immediately and he offered me a worried look. "Well you sure have been difficult to find, Nicolas." Felicity said as she got to the table. Natasha and Belle stared in confusion. "Is this the woman you cut off conversation with me for two years to be with?" She asked again and to our surprise, picked up Nick's glass of champagne and poured the content all over Natasha's white dress and the latter and Belle stood in horror. ''Is this your beloved wife, Nick?"

Mare tried not to squirm. Vallezarii’s voice broke through the tension. “Announce her.” The announcer cleared his throat. “The king’s slave.” As she started to walk slowly toward the king, the musicians played a slow hesitant tune. Hegi’s hand on hers kept her from bolting. She was so exposed in her flimsy attire that even her dark nipples shone through the transparent material, and the dark triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs was made more apparent by the glare of the flames in the sconces.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”