Dancing Queen Novels & Stories

Then, as if the previous conversation had never happened, her demeanor shifted entirely, suddenly animated by a topic she actually cared about. "It’s important you impress Mama tonight," she said after a pause that stretched a moment too long, her voice brightening with renewed purpose. "I want her to see us dancing together, at the very least." "But why does she need to see us dancing—" "Oh! There she is now," Hidi interrupted, steering him forcefully toward where the giant queen stood watching them from one of the refreshment tables. Her same shade of peridot colored eyes as Hidi’s was turning their way. The expression on her face was unreadable, a surprise considering how easy Hidi seemed

He bows low to me before pulling me into him and then whisking me around the room as we dance once more. As Zachariah spins me out, another male seems to step up and wrap his arms around me. He doesn’t miss a beat to the song and continues to dance me around the room. A cold shiver goes through me as the male pulls me tighter into him and then leans close to my ear and whispers, “Congratulations, my little Queen…” “Kastrath?” “Yes, my Queen…” “What are?… Get off of me, let me go…”

I smiled and made my way down. As I made my way, the music just got louder, but not enough to bother your ears. I could hear the beat of the song as Queen begins with the song, Another One Bites the Dust. Danny turns the volume just a bit higher and Bryce begins to dance, grabbing a whisk to use as a microphone.

Dmitri nods his head, pulls me along behind him, and his grasp on my hand tightens as we pass through the entrance and onto the dance floor, which is dimly illuminated and crowded with people dancing. The music's bass rebounds off the walls and crashes into my chest, raising my heart rate. Looking straight ahead I can see the bouncer we are supposed to approach. When he sees us, he waves his hand, motioning for us to hurry up, then he lifts his arm and speaks into the cuff of his jacket. Dmitri stops walking and he turns his head to look at me over his shoulder. "Hold on to my hand tightly." He yells over the music as people keep bumping into us.

As soon as the first notes left the fifth queen's mouth, I was almost struck by lightning. It's her. The one who plays the queen in a pink and black costume, is my destined mate. She was singing with passion, her strong voice sounded absolutely perfect and the way her body moved… Goddess, she is perfect. I had my eyes glued to her, hoping that she would look me in the eye, for the final confirmation. Then came her line, during the introduction. She leaned to the front, giving me and others a nice look at her cleavage, and she sang.

He turns on the music and they begin to dance. Edith moves around the dancefloor like a graceful gazelle. Not a step is out of line. She demurely lets Mikhail lead the dance, not once stepping on his toes or stumbling over her own feet. Even her facial expressions and head movements are elegant and beautiful. They finish their dance with a flourish. The Queen jumps up from her chair and claps her wrinkly old hands excitedly, dabbing at her teary eyes with a handkerchief as Alice smirks at me in the corner like a wraith.

"Dance with me. This year's film for the annual theatre production is 'The Myth White wolf' and I want to audition for the role of the Queen. In order to audition I need to have a partner." Sebestian looks at her like he is looking at a ghost. He knows Jasmine will never win against Alexandra. She will never, she doesn't have any chance. Even Alexandar will not audion for Queen which he alreday know. The judge will select her for Queen Wolf.. "What? Can't any of your dance classmates do it?" Sebestian asks, he really doesn't want to evolve in this, Jasmine will sure eat his ears when she loses against the human. "I don't trust them to lift me up since I'm thinking of doing a piece from the n

"That's a bummer though. You should've brought a little wolfsbane to get us wasted. It's our bachelorette party anyway." I was about to reply but the music boomed louder and the party goers started to dance. The song of Earth, Wind and Fire, September played at the same time the lighting flashed spiritedly around, making me realize that the theme of the party was more like disco-ish. Not wild but definitely jamming. Damn, Primrose might be a diva queen but she knew how to throw a decent party.

Good, she wasn't about debating that anyway. When she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning so her lips were close to his ears "What is it this time?" He demanded but didn't shake her off. "Dance with me," she whispered close to his left ear. "Just this once; I promise not to cross your path again." "What's going on?" She could bet he looked around the room, hoping to point out what he was in for. She intertwined her fingers in his and led him right past the junior Don, not even sparing him a glance and not stopping until she was precisely where she wanted to be: right at the center of the dance floor. It was almost a direct view from where Victor stood.

She walked over to the man, as though she was also heading to the restroom, and he stopped, asking, "Yes, what do you want?" "I'm really very pressed," Queen replied. "Can you help me? Where's the restroom, please?" "It's just by your right. Haven't you seen it?" the man asked. Queen pretended to look and said, "Oh, my bad. I'm so sorry." She walked over to the door, held the handle, and pushed it open. She unhooked the button of her coverall, showing her bra, and turned to face the man. She smiled and licked her lips. Curving her index finger in invitation, she whispered, "I'm so horny. Won't you like to have some fun?"