Dancing With The Strangers Novels & Stories

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

Maya asked smiling at him. "No, but I want something more than a dance". he smirk. " What?". She asked confusedly, but she was caught off guard as Jayden lifted her with one hand to himself and walked away, everyone in the party stared after them smiling .

An arm wraps itself around my waist, pulling me back onto a chest and I'm far too drunk to pull away from the stranger, in fact, I hold onto his arm and dance along with him. The next song starts of in a fast beat but my focus and attention wasn't on the music anymore, or the people dancing around me but rather on the man that stood behind me with his hard poking grinding against my ass and his breath hitting against my hot neck before I feel his lips too. “You wanna get outta here, babe?” The stranger questions, shouting in my ear over the music.

She said and walked away, I continued dancing by myself, waiting for her to return. Strong firm hands roped around my waist and pulled me back against a hard body, I froze immediately, and the alcohol cleared out of my system, I sniffed the air, he was a human. The stranger started dry humping me in the middle of the dance floor. Oh hell no. Someone was dying this night.

Suddenly, I felt the air around me change I couldn’t understand why but I was certain someone was watching me I tried to shake off the feeling but I couldn’t The stranger I was dancing with spun me around, then pressed me so close to himself “You’re so beautiful” he whispered in my ears “You’re so handsome “ I giggled, feeling a little tipsy “Do you wanna go upstairs with me “ his voice was sultry but I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying My eyes had met with a certain expressionless, cold pair of blue eyes. How did he get here? He had spotted me on the dance floor, laughing and spinning with the stranger.

“I am a really boring person, and I would advise you not to do so.” “Well, let’s make it a little less boring, shall we?” he placed the glass down and pulled Maya towards the dancing area. “I’m not much of a dancer,” she tried to protest, but it didn’t work. “We shall see” they kept walking until they joined the other dancing couples, the strange guy placed his right hand on Maya’s waist, and the left one held her hand. “Just follow my lead, don’t worry,” the stranger tried to reassure Maya. It was not a problem for Maya to dance, as she knew how to do it. The problem was doing it with a total stranger in a room of complete rich strangers. She then and there regrets even bothering to reply.

In the face of danger, laughter became a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was room for joy and connection. And so, amidst the whirling chaos and uncertain alliances, Chloe and the enigmatic stranger continued their dance—a dance of attraction and danger, trust and doubt. With each twirl and dip, they explored the boundaries of their connection, searching for answers that would shape their shared destiny. In this intricate choreography, Chloe discovered that sometimes the most perilous dances were the ones that led to the most profound revelations.

The atmosphere's allure gives people more reasons to dance with strangers, and the unspoken chemistry between two strangers or two lovers, knowing that the night is theirs. "Dance with me," he says. What? I spin around, but I cannot break free because his grip doesn't loosen. "You like to dance, don't you?" Connor whispers, and I can hear him. "Well, show me. It's just one dance, and I'll let you go after that. I won't tease you again if you agree." This is madness. I shouldn't agree to something this ridiculous. I should tell him to his face that he cannot pull my strings and walk away.