Dancing Sans Novels & Stories

Theo asks excitedly. “Watch closely,” I nod towards the screen with a playful smirk, and they all lean in with anticipation. “Whoa, Babe, that's you!” Theo bursts out, and a surge of pride wells up inside me as I step into the spotlight on screen. The music transitions seamlessly from Daddy Yankee’s high-energy ‘Gasolina’ to a smooth, sensual vibe as my dance partner, Conor, steps in to support my upper body, tilting me back while I roll my hips to the rhythm. A move I'd come up with myself.

Damon Baas. The air feels too thick, pressing against my throat. He disappeared from my life like a breath stolen by the night—eleven years of nothing. Not a word, not a whisper. And now, he’s standing here, his suit tailored to perfection, his presence tainting the atmosphere of Euphoria. My body forgets the choreography as soon as we lock eyes. And for the first time in years, I falter on stage. I have no control over my own performance, and my limbs feel like stone as I fumble over my steps, trying to gather myself.

She became oblivious to her environment and was deeply immersed in the sound and tune that erupted from her lips, while her body moved in rhythm to the song. And she felt the presence of more than one being as she danced, and sang, and they all danced and sang with her. ___ In a big castle located at the heart of the great city of Elgarion, in an enormous room, a man sat unclad at the edge of his king-sized bed, hands clutching his dark sheets, his head thrown back and eyes shut tight as an ash-blonde haired woman, equally unclad, knelt before him, worshipping his member with her mouth and tongue.

she waved me off pouting. I went into the bathroom and slipped on the black bodysuit and threw on my dark skinny jeans over. And my black leather jacket. I looked in the mirror. Not bad, I thought to myself. I couldn’t wear a bra with how low cut the body suit was but thankfully for how tight it was it held the girls in place. I walked out of the bathroom and twirled before instructed. Mandy nodded with a smirk “yeah, I’d fuck you.” I chuckled. “So, this is okay?” I asked, waving my hands down my body.

If they were only being actors too on a stage. Christian collected the champagne glass from my hands and dropped it into the tray of one of the waiters. He took my hand and to my surprise, pulled me to the dancing floor. "You are being a very bad actress tonight, Belle." He said. "Maybe it's because I'm not one. I've never been to a party like this, cut me some slacks." I replied, avoiding his gaze. "There will be rumours tomorrow if you don't act right and believe me, you won't like what you see about you on the news." He replied.

“Do you dance, Shannon?” “I tango. My granna is a ballroom instructor. It's my favorite dance.” “That's a shame. I waltz. But perhaps, we can make it work.” Skeletons emerged from the trees, dressed in orchestral attire. One plucked a violin. They ringed the decaying court. Their maestro surmounted a stump, then struck the band to life. Samael whisked us away to the center. “Will you follow, maggot, or lead?”

And so then they dance twice in a row, which should not be done if not with a legal partner. There was confusion between the spectators over the actions of Hayden and Sarah. They split into three sides, the first is those who curse Sarah for being rude by monopolizing The Crown Prince, the second is those who excuse Sarah because maybe she doesn't know dance etiquette, and the third is who enjoys this confusion by glancing and reading Fuschia's expression. 'Wow, how big is your will to dominate even in the current timeline, Sarah? How greedy.’ Fuschia leisurely drinking her water with a poker face.

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.