Dancing Stories Novels & Stories

I was about to turn my direction toward the female shower room when Adrian held my arm. “Tell me first about the rumors. It’s about what?” He asked, there’s a ghost of smirk in his lips. Clearly, he is flirting. I’m not numb enough not to notice it. I craned my neck then squinted my eyes. “People say you’re a good performer. That’s it.” I tried to say it casually even though my heart is already banging my chest so wild. “Uh-huh? I’m not a dancer nor a singer. How am I a good performer?” This time, his smirk is already visible.

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.

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.

*** Present Dana’s Place Third Person Salty drops stream down her cheeks as she finally lets out the revelation, which has plagued her since she reacquired her reminiscences. No sobs escaped her chest as she laments in reticence. She was more robust now and will not let oneself walk over her. The second-in-command lowers his head in regret, trying to hide the building mist under his lids. He clears his throat before reaching for her soft hands on the table. Giving it an assuring squeeze, he looked away. Sentiments started to corrupt him. The veil slid to expose vulnerability and care for this woman. The morals rattle recalling the state she described when they were busy looking for someone w

he asked, extending a hand. Could I refuse? Obviously not. Shit, this will rise questions. “It’ll be my pleasure.” I kindly responded, in contradictory with my thoughts, taking his hand. Damon led us in the center of the, now empty, dance floor. The music lingered to appear as all eyes were on us. That until he throw a look at the mini-orchestra and immediately accords of a waltz could be heard. “Why are you here?” I demanded in a low voice so no one could hear.

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

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.”