Descendants Dancing Novels & Stories

You are my forever. We danced for a long time lost in each other while the family watched with smiles. Hope and Alex joined us on the floor laughing and spinning. Mia and Daniel danced nearby with their children running around them. Elias twirled his wife under the lights. Caleb and Elise shared a quiet moment together. The night felt like a celebration of everything we had survived and everything we had built.

It was a treaty that has been going on for generations and it will be kept for generations more. “Come, let’s dance,” Marina said as she was pulling him to the center of the dance floor, covered with fairy lights, and the music was high strung. Marina was laughing out loud before Caleb was laughing as well. What can he do? Her laugh was contagious. They were twirling in the folk dance that was taught by his mother before they were swirling in circles as Marina was keeping her eyes on him. Caleb was happy before he can think of anything else. No arranged marriage with Diana.

She chuckled. And upon seeing that the clock had struck 6 p.m, we started getting dressed. Slightly applied make up, and hit the sidewalk. We headed to one of the biggest dance halls in school, that always held functions as big as the bash. The music was on full blast. And as soon as one entered, they could see the snack platters and drinks assembled on the long table. "It's going to be a long night," I yelled at Abby, who only decided to simply nod than yell back a response. As the music was at a deafening level.

Grandpa Jules sings, "Near yon' pure crystal fountain. And on it I will build ll the flowers of the mountain..." Suddenly, Uncle Alan grabs me and begins to dance with me in the middle of the living room. He's laughing at my confused expression. "Your pa would dance with you like this all the time when you were just a wee lassie, Muireall!" he exclaims, swinging me around like a rag doll. I begin blushing brighter than a tomato when everyone begins laughing and cheering Uncle Alan on. James begins playing a different song - a faster one - and suddenly everyone gets up and starts dancing an odd Cèilidh attempt. We don't have enough room around us to completely do the routine, nor do we have a

The gothic-inspired ballroom is beautiful, and I forget how much I love it. Food and drinks are passed around on floating trays which are held by shadows. It’s as if the entire coven is here to celebrate my birthday. My family is introduced, and once we are, Dad leads me to the dance floor for the first dance. Kai dances with Mom. Grandma and Grandpa dance together, as do Uncle Cade and Aunt Blair. Rupert, my cousin and son of Uncle Cade and Aunt Blair, is off to the side, downing a glass of champagne.

“It’s fine. Well, maybe it is just the difference in culture. See how much joy Giselle has.” Katniss then just nodded her head but didn’t seem fully persuaded. She paused, the motherly instinct that she had within her, trying to come out. The people here had beautiful clothes on and the elaborate patterns were visible as the light from the surrounding torch illuminated them. Their dance was so subtle, so graceful, it seemed like it was almost choreographed. Many uplifting cheers filled the night as the sound of the drums focused on a regular beat to play in the background. Ethan and Katniss’s focus wavered as the dancers encouraged them to join in. Giselle, grinning ear to ear, tugged at Kat

We look at each other smiling, then he gives me one last peck before going down to avoid anyone seeing us. In the living room, we see Sky and Jace, so we start dancing in a group. Grandma Verah and Grandma Maria grab James and start dancing to the song Aunt Mary put on. When the chorus arrives, all three of them scream “eeeeeeeee, macarena!” I take a break from dancing and sit on the couch, watching James completely at ease among my family. What will happen when we’re sober? James notices me staring at him and smiles. Maybe everything will be fine. Maybe.

But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so. I played " No more sad song by Little Mix" and i kept dancing yeah apart from food the thing i love most in this world is dancing sometimes i do go for competitions done in the streets and i always come as the winner well you know what my mum knows about my obesity with music and dancing but she doesn't know i go for competitions why because she hates it she doesn't want me to go to music line. She get furious anytime she sees me doing it but i don't care why because I am me. I danced for like two hours but i kept feeling I am forgetting something i wonder what that is. Oh my God my job! its past an hour already what am I gonna do

Before I know what I was doing, I'm on my feet too. "Excuse me," Desmond says brightly as I slide between them. "Would you like to dance?" Uhm... Both men looks at me—his father with annoyance, Desmond with desperation. I love spring festivals, but I don't really feel like dancing. "Yes. I'd love to." He must have sensed my hesitation because he tugs me quickly toward the makeshift dancefloor before I get the chance to change my mind.

There he was, my little boy, kneeling in the corner, his face streaked with bright red handprints. Across the room, Michael cradled Janine’s daughter, Nina Carter, in his arms, comforting her with a tenderness I had never once seen from him. The moment he noticed me, his brows snapped together in fury. "How the heck are you raising this child? He has no manners! If he doesn’t kneel for twelve hours straight, he’s not allowed to get up!" I rushed forward, wrapping my arms tightly around Ryder. His small hands clutched at my clothes, his eyes brimming with tears.