Darling Dancer Novels & Stories

Perv. "Oh no I'll stay here but thanks Vick, have fun" I smirked and she winked at me walking away with the man. Although I was a stripper my dancing wasn't the best since I was drunk as fuck. My head was dizzy and I could barely see my surroundings so what better to do than to go dance on the dancefloor. I started moving my hips to the rythm and tangling my hands in my hair, I probably looked like a mess to the people around me but I could care less.

Just like Damian, everyone was stunned by her appearance, because she looked like a completely different person with the dress, they almost forgot the beautiful woman was a world class hacker who could easily reveal their most embarrassing search history. "Miss Naya, we are so happy you are able to make it. We already thought you might skip on it. Come, take a seat. The meals are about to be delivered, in the meantime, enjoy yourself a glass of wine." Dario offered as he reached out his hand to the seat across him. She was definitely going to steal the spotlight that night. There were not many females in the room, she only saw thre eotehr females in the room, and to be honest, they were not

Aaron continued to guide me through the dance floor, skillfully maneuvering us to the other side as if running away from Davidson. The sound of cheering caught my attention, drawing my gaze to the source of the commotion. There, I saw Dylan dancing with a little girl, the one he had introduced to everyone as his wife. As he twirled her through the air, her laughter was very loud, and his smile mirrored hers. It was a heartwarming sight, one that painted a beautiful picture of familial joy.

Poking with her elbow, Helen replied curiously, "It seems like you are already dreaming for someone else. Come on girl, say who is it?" "Ugh! None Helen. I will love to stay single. A happy free life," rolling her eyes, Daisy replied. They both joined with the crowd on the dance floor. Daisy's sexy figure was moving swiftly with the beat of the music. Daisy was a professional dancer so no doubt, her moves on the dance floor was very charming and seducing.

I didn't know what exactly they had discussed about me but I stood there as the decoration wife I was meant to be. "You are truly a Belle." Nick said and turned to introduce the lady beside him, who gave Christian a peck immediately she saw him. "This is Natasha, Belle." He introduced her. "My wife." I nodded at the very tall woman and she acknowledged me too. "It's very nice to meet you Belle." She said. "We've surely heard a lot about you." I smiled, wondering what exactly Christian had said to them about me. After a few more conversations, Nick dragged his laughing wife to the dance floor and I wondered if their marriage was also a fake like mine. If they were only being actors too on a s

Cirella laughed so hard, she was clutching her stomach. "Come on Belle, he would not do that. He would just try to get into those pants of yours." Dante chuckled with his wife. Demos, which who in turn went by Dem in the human world, was one of her dancers when they practiced for tours and special events. He was a very big pervert but had a huge heart. She almost felt sad sometimes knowing how he lost his wife in childbirth. "Just promise me you will not over do it CiCi." Cirella unfolded her wings and sighed.

“You might really need my help. If you decide to accept my proposal, come to DrDB and show them this card. They’ll let you in immediately.” Still frozen, Calantha didn’t move, so Favian slipped the card between her fingers. His touch lingered for a moment before he pulled back. “Stay safe, and I’ll just make it clear to you. I don’t see you as a desperate gold digger. My nephew likes you, so you’re the perfect candidate,” He said before walking away. As she watched him disappear into the night, Calantha shook her head, still unable to register the reality of this man’s identity. There was no way this man could be the famous Favian Drake. It had to be a coincidence… right?

He asked, rummaging at the cupboard. “Certainly, not,” she said. “Can you make some pizza?” She looked at him, smiling. She could almost see the sincerity of the woman at the man who started to prepare the ingredients he needed for the request. Then another scenario unfolded. She was at a party. She couldn’t see anyone whom she recognized and she couldn’t hear anything else aside from the blast of music on the speaker. This is definitely not a place she would go to. She wonders what she is doing here. She went around and saw someone, at the ledge of the bar, she dances well but she already looks drunk. She was dancing with some people on the ledge, I could see other people following her move

Finally, she spoke, "Who.. who are you?" Selena stood straight. She said, "My name is Selena." Nilofer narrowed her eyes and blurted, "Selena?" Selena didn't know what to say. She kept quiet. Nilofer took a deep breath and said, "So... you are the new whore?" Selena didn't reply. She wasn't a whore. She said, "No! I am not the new 'whore'." Nilofer smirked. She gazed at Selena from up to down. Suddenly, she laughed loudly. Selena didn't know what was happening. For a moment, she was acted cold to her, now she was laughing so hard.