Darling Dancer Novels & Stories

' She whispered viciously. 'Relax and enjoy the ceremony, woman. We will not speak on the matter here.' 'So this was your doing,' she shook her head. 'I could smell your fingerprints all over it.' Tybald kept his eyes on the crowd who had gotten over their initial shock, or were at least pretending to. Five dancers, two male and three female entertained them. Coated in bronze glitter, their bodies moved like old magic. They wore thin red clothes around their waists, and for the women around their breasts.

One of the new pack members I did not know their name said to my friend. My heart beat fast as the saliva in my throat disappeared. I recalled how he acted the last time I danced. I just hoped he would allow this. My friends and I excused ourselves and walked towards the Alpha's office. No time like the present to talk about the upcoming dance-off. I also wanted to drill him into what his relationship with the tramp was. That little know it all who thought her shit did not stink was gonna learn that I was one of the best dancers. I would put her in her place. Closer we got to my Apha's office more my confidence grew. I was gonna make a move on him tonight to show him what I could do for him.

All the rage I had bottled up came pouring out, scorching across the line. "Lena, what nonsense are you talking? I never wanted a divorce! I know you’re angry. But Janine and I are just colleagues. That day at the amusement park, I only wanted to teach Ryder a lesson because he was disobedient. "Lena, sweetheart, stop being dramatic. I just got back from a business trip, and I’m exhausted. The house doesn’t even have hot water. My clothes aren’t taken care of. Come back. Don’t let things get messed up."

Irrational jealousy simmered in my veins as she seemed to enjoy watching those assholes dance, rolling their bodies, showing off their abs and their cowboy jeans. Nites came back with my drink. I grabbed it and downed it once. He instantly noticed my mood. “You can’t be affected by those dancers. The princess is yours.” “Fuck.” I growled as I watched one dancer take her hand and spin her, then rolled his hips at her. “Can someone tell that asshole he’s not allowed to touch her?” He instantly talked through the comm. Halfway through the song, Lynx approached the guys, and they went on dancing. All of a sudden, the crowd gasps as the dancers open the flies of their jeans. It wasn’t revealing,

she whispered, then knocked softly and opened the door. She stepped inside, her heart pounding. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense. Dante stood by the window, his back to her. He turned slowly as she entered, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "You're awake," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I was beginning to worry." He smirked She stood her ground, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. "What do you want from me?" Dante smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down her spine. "I want you to understand your place here," he said, his tone almost gentle. "You are important to me, and I need you to see that."

Rori expected to enter a quiet and Stoic kitchen, but when Becca and Darla opened the main entrance to the gallery the warm blast of a fully functioning kitchen roared from within. Rori was immediately greeted by several spectruls with enormous smiles. Darla ushered Rori into the gallery and raised herself high above the crowd, “listen well and listen good our mistress and lady has bestowed this gift upon us and has graciously agreed to do so for the rest of you, but we will not overwhelm her with ourselves.” Darla looked around the room before she continued, “the master has left us with instruction, and we will do our best to follow his wishes while making our lady Rori as comfortable and a

"I'm terrible at most domestic tasks. It's part of my charm." "Is it though?" "You tell me." Someone's phone was playing music low from the counter, something with a decent beat, and Caden set down the towel he was holding and reached for her hand. "What are you doing," she said, though she was already smiling. "Dancing with you." "I'm doing dishes." "The dishes can wait." He spun her, badly, his footwork completely off rhythm with whatever song was playing, and she laughed, the soapy water dripping off her hands as he pulled her around the kitchen island.

And yes, as I snap at her, she knows that today is going to be one of those, so she only but looks at me and shoves the paper underneath my nose, “Come, we have to get this. Come, Lexi, get up.” I throw my hands in the air and try to politely wave her off to leave my room, yet she does not listen, “Come on, Lexi, we are not going to get another chance like this.” I grunt at her as I grab the paper from her hand; she has circled an advertisement in thick red pen under classifieds. “Dancers Wanted.” Well, it does not say what type, but it is at the most popular Club in New York City. As we always say, you got to start from the bottom and work yourself up. And this, this will give us that exper

Everyone brought out a mask and put it on and soon male dancers swarm the place and the ladies giggled in excitement and awe of the beautifully ripped men in front of them. Each lady was matched with their own dancer except Daria and another person that had come later on. Laughing at the sight of the sexy scene Daria approached the young lady that stood at the bar. “Hey I’m not sure I know you but you seem awfully familiar” Daria said to her as she sat opposite her. The lady let out a soft laugh “no I am actually a friend of none of your friends” she said pointing towards someone in the crowd but Daria couldn’t pinpoint who.

Among the dancers, Marcellus and Alia drew many glances, but another captivating pair—Elias and Lianna—also stole the spotlight. Lianna’s dress swirled like blooming petals with each step, her radiant smile so warm it could melt the winter’s chill. Dancing alongside her, Elias wore a perfectly tailored white suit, exuding the poise of a prince stepped out of a painting, his every move brimming with grace and charm. Lianna’s delight at dancing with her heart’s desire was unmistakable, her happiness lighting up her face.