Descendants Dancing Novels & Stories

"And lastly, after dinner, we let the DJ take over. Have a great night everybody!" An adorable trio of toddlers bounced up to the dance floor and started dancing in a peculiar fashion, making good-natured laughters to erupt from the crowd. This was followed by duos and troupes of people swaying and shimmying to loud Bollywood tunes, catchy Bangla songs and the occasional English lyrics.

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

I took one and then I was ready to dance. Grabbing Willa's hands, I led her to the circle where almost everybody was dancing. "Show me some moves, Willa!" I shouted with a laugh. Without further ado, she sunk to the ground and slowly went up whilst her hips were swaying loosely. Romantics by Tove Lo was playing and I started to feel the beat. I absolutely loved, loved dancing. My body started to dance to the beat and a second later, Willa was behind me. Demons were dancing close to me and the air was warm from the body heat. Luzo and Cop danced next to me and we were all laughing loudly at each other's mock dances. At some point, Willa put her arm around me. I shook my hips against her with

as I started trying to get away from dancing with him but it seemed like he wasn't having it as he kept on dragging me towards the intimidating dance floor that nobody was on yet. It was our family tradition that if we should have our first dance with a special someone but if the individual who didn't have someone significant enough then you dance with your father. This tradition has been through our family for years now and I am now getting dragged onto the stage by this Alec individual which ultimately means a stake of a claim in our family’s eyes.

I pressed my forehead to his chest, overwhelmed with gratitude and love. The night unfolded like a dream. Music filled the air. Laughter echoed through the backyard. Food lined long tables, scents rich and comforting. Someone pulled me onto the dance floor, then another, and soon I was dancing barefoot on the grass, spinning under fairy lights, my laughter free and unrestrained. Cecil dragged me into a playful dance, Hailey twirling beside us, Aisha clapping along. Julian danced awkwardly with Betina, earning cheers. Jacob laughed loudly as Addy teased him. Nina danced with everyone, unstoppable.

My heart keeps flipping in my chest at how emotional and beautiful everything is. The afternoon passes fast as we eat, make fun games and pass our time smoking cigars. “If I could have your attention please,” I say, wanting to announce the father-daughter dance. “If I can ask Grampa Franco and Amber to gather on the dance floor because it’s time for the first dance.” Franco Di Mattei gets up with a broad smile, holding his hand out to his granddaughter to take. Amber walks toward him with fast steps. With the help of Jenna, she clicks the train of her mermaid dress into her glittery bracelet.

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

said Kai and went in his siblings direction and they went together to the dancing floor where they happily danced traditional Romani dances *** " Did you know about them knowing how to dance?" asked Kaya looking at Dereus " No. But Celea also thought me this dance in her previous life with me" Dereus answered his mate and kissed her forehead " Would you like us to join?" " Well it sure looks like a lot of fun, but I don't think I'll be able to get the steps right" said Kaya " Don't worry about that, come on let's go" Dereus said and dragged Kaya on the dance floor

The grape juice slowly dripped out of her hand, but she acted as if it wasn't even in her palm. As the drums began to play, adding more effect to the music, they both began dancing. The routine was much different than any Jig I had ever seen. It was obvious they must have incorporated different dances into one, because they were first doing Jig, then hooking their arms together to swing each other around. Then after wards they added some Highland dancing elements into it. Some of it was reminiscent of American square dancing moves as well. The crowd was going crazy, especially Uncle Alan, who was running through people in a drunk, excited haze. People were jumping up and down, taking picture

--- Later Deandra’s mansion pulsed with music. Perfume, sweat, and alcohol hung heavy in the air. Girls strutted in lace and silk; men wore little more than pajama pants and confidence. Masks glimmered under strobing lights. In the corner, champagne cascaded down a girl’s cleavage while her partner licked it away. The dance floor was a frenzy of grinding bodies. “If it isn’t our Queen Supreme!” I was lifted and spun before I even registered the voice. Strong arms held me, laughter ringing against my ear.