Novel & Cerita Dancing Stories

He continued, "Claire, I only agreed to the engagement because I didn't have anyone I liked at the time. That's why I got engaged to you for the sake of my family. But this is the first time I've truly wanted to fight for something. I hope you can understand." He didn't even glance at me. His eyes were fixed on the dancer the whole time. I clicked my tongue, exasperated by his stupidity. The dancer, Lila Hart, had a veil over her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly as she said, "Mr. Anthony, thank you for your affection, but our social standing is too different. Your family won't approve, and neither will your fiancee." Although her words made it sound like she was refusing him, they carried an

Henry gently rested his hand on me to reassure me as the tingling sensation kept surging through me. In a split second, Henry reached for a large toy. It was almost as thick as my thigh. As I looked at it, fear crept up my spine. Seeing that he was about to push it in, I quickly pressed my legs together to stop him. But Henry seemed almost possessed. He forcefully pushed my legs apart and tried to shove the toy into my sex. I struggled hard, refusing to give in.

Whip. Watch. Sip. Definitely, those words did not go well. Miranda felt her gaze scorching as she stared at the dancers in front of her while sipping a glass of whiskey, or wait, was it bourbon? Who cares. Apparently, her mother had asked her to interview this dancers for their company show on Thursday. Miranda didn't have time for this, but for the purpose of self-humanity, she was trapped in her basement, watching the dancers twist their bodies like fish while sipping a cup of cold freaking-

Rin regarded her with a frown, “with all the skills I am convinced you have, I cannot help but ask, why be a dancer? I know the link to your grandmother but surely there is so much more you could do than dance on a stage which would keep you tied to her.” “Gina’s isn’t just a strip club, Rin,” her blue eyes met his as if begging him to understand. “It’s an experience. It’s not just a couple of girls swinging on a pole to sultry music in the hopes of a one note being shoved into their cleavages. The performances are on par with what you would see on the strip. Routines are choreographed and rehearsed with as much dedication as a Cirque de Soleil act. Our shows involve moves, tricks and skills

The music changed to slower music and the rest of the children joined them on the stage. The story about the dance was based on a girl Zenobia who has always wanted to dance but didn’t have the chance. Her parents despised dancers and never liked her idea of dancing until she met Jackson whose dance was different from hers. They both eloped traveling far away to discover their talent as dancers and that was when they met me. When the music changed to the song, I joined them. The title of the song was a song suggested by Jackson. Please stay don’t go by Francois klark.

When I looked at her again, she was gone. “now, it was time for the bride and groom to dance,” the DJ said as the song of their choice played. It was Love Story by Taylor Swift. They went to waltz and when the next song played, Alex stood up and asked me for a dance. “would you be an honor to dance with me?” He asked me. I smiled at him before I took his hand. “it would be my pleasure,” I said as he led me to the dance floor. I was smiling at him before he drew me closer. My left hand in his right and my left in his chest. He snaked his left hand around my waist.

She slowly rose onto the balls of her feet, her arms arching gracefully into first position. The music wasn't playing, but she could hear it in her head. A sad, broken melody that told the story of a king and a dancer who had everything, until the world decided they had too much. She began to move, a slow, tentative pirouette. As she spun, the tears finally fell, splashing onto the polished wood. She was dancing again, but she was dancing in a graveyard.

“Oh, so you take that bastard blondie everywhere now?” Ro and I were enemies in public. So many creatures were envious of her, I used it as an excuse to gossip around and make connections. She was dressed in a wonderful red dress, whilst Tamor had an all-white suit. “Tamor! You heard that?” she whined clinging at him. “Enough girls. Lylia, may I have this dance?” I nodded excitedly, sticking my tongue at a pouting Rosalind. As we danced, I gave him a succinct report about today and my talk with Allaway.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

Tears streamed down their faces as they clung to each other, whispering names, memories, and half-finished sentences filled with raw emotion. Amelia and Blake stood awkwardly by the side, watching the emotional reunion unfold. Blake cleared his throat. “Well... this is dramatic.” Amelia shot him a glare. “Have some respect.” Blake smirked. “I am respecting it. I’m just saying, if this were a movie, it’d be the part where the background music swells.” Amelia rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. The two older women finally pulled back, wiping their tears. Evelyn cupped Ruby’s face, her eyes shining with disbelief. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”