Darling Dancer Novels & Stories

It looked hand-crafted by someone expensive. The woman flashed a brilliant smile. "That is very kind of you to say. Though it pales next to that incredible dress. I am Marie, by the way." She extended a hand. Amara laughed a little, as she shook the hand. "Thank you! It feels lovely, too. I'm Amara." Marie nodded. "You have been chatting with the dancers here, I see. Are you an aspiring dancer yourself?"

I pressed my hand on top of the sapphire and I could have sworn it helped calm some of the noise in my head. A giggle from the other room caught my attention, snapping me out of my thoughts. I walked to the living room to find Derek holding a red dinosaur while using an animated voice. Ryan giggled at the voice Derek was using and moved Charles in the air like he was flying. My heart melted at the sight. ‘You will have a pup of your own my sweet girl.’ Seline’s sweet voice filled my mind. ‘You think?’ ‘I know. Just me.’ Her tone held finality.

“To what extent has she brainwashed you, huh? How could you be so foolish—” A servant rushed into the glasshouse, his face pale, and his voice choked as he shouted, “Vampire hunter!” Then something pierced him, penetrating from his back to his chest. He fell forward, and behind him stood a woman in a red dress. Henry was the first to react upon seeing her figure. He was stunned, and as the woman noticed his astonishment, she smiled at him. “You—” Henry choked. “Hello, Darling.”

“How did it go, are you tired? I can make you feel better.” “Get your hands off me, Siren!” I snapped. “And drop the stage voice.” “You liked it before.” She giggled but thankfully stopped speaking in that practiced seductive tone she used to lure patrons out of their life savings. Siren was the most sought-after dancer at Inferno, and men would give an arm just to see her dance for a few minutes. I couldn’t blame them—she was alluring with sinfully hypnotizing blue eyes and the curvy figure that was all the rage. And although I hate to admit it, she was my highest-priced employee and a good friend when she was not getting under my skin.

I wanted Miranda to accompany me on a trip abroad for a while, but she said she had recently started seeing a younger athlete and wasn't ready to let go of her fun just yet. I sighed and told her to visit me whenever she had time, promising to cover her ticket. Miranda laughed and declined, saying I should save the money to meet some handsome foreigners instead. I told her I couldn't be as carefree as she was and that my broken heart wouldn't heal so quickly. Miranda said, "Don't glamorize me! Carefree? Confident? No, I'm just a player—a match made in heaven for other players. I drift through the crowd, leaving no trace behind. Everyone's happy."

her older sister whispered through their mind-link. She mentally rolled her eyes, cursing at the fake blonde who always seemed to have the time to pick on her. She loved the Goddess but she detested dancing, it was one of her weaknesses. No matter what she says, it was tradition and Goddess knows what will her mom do if she refuses to partake in it. Shush! The Moon Goddess is watching, her younger sister retaliated and encouraged her to copy her hip movements. Karina had trouble leveling her breaths. She was not anxious in trying to project a graceful dance before but the knowledge that his mate was here somehow tipped off her balance.

No ballet dancers can dance her style no matter how hard they tried, it was as if something was preventing them. She misses Daisy and hoped over the years that one day she will meet her fairy dancer. Nora was nicknamed goddess of dance in the whole of Floda and outside. A blind dancer whose face has ever been seen and how she could still dance remains a mystery to everyone. With her sexy curves that got guys drooling and lusting after her and girls getting jealous of her body, Nora didn't know what her body did to others. Some guys masturbate with mere thinking of her. Though she knew she had male admirers but successfully turn them down whenever she was asked out.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

Oh, she was also definitely bold and had turned into a little spoilt tigress under his influence, but there were times when she was shy and nervous—the sweetness in her actions almost making his chest tight. “I don’t know how to dance,” Angelina whispered. “Neither do I.” “ let's dance like there's nobody watching then"Sylvester said. He started to dance. And all at once, because sylvester was dancing, she was dancing. And this sylvester was even more persuasive than the how he had always been. Sylvester drew her closer and then gently placed his hand on her back while she rested hers on his shoulder. He was a bit taller than dexter, she noticed. Both the sylvester and dexter were taller tha

, he said, showing off his braced teeth Misty was tall and rather thin with an assuming mustache on the top of his upper lip. Avila forced a smile, even though she knew it was all a facade. Misty didn't care about her, or any of the other dancers. He only cared about the money they brought in. "Thanks, Misty," said Avila, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."