Destiny Devoted Dance Novels & Stories

Dean Frost's POV I sit at the usual table, where no one can see me, and drink my Jack Daniel's while mentally preparing myself to see the goddess of fire show off on the dance floor. I taste texture in my mouth, the lights go down and… fuck! Although the whole place is dark, I can still see her in front of me, dancing like the most sensual of dancers. The drink is just as rebellious and unique as she is, a flavor that is unmatched by anything in the world and that is also wonderful as a whole.

Destiny closed her eyes and felt it—the love, the loyalty, the oneness. A single tear traced down her cheek. “I love you all,” she whispered, though her voice carried across every screen and speaker. “My children… We Are One. Always.” With that, she ended the transmission. Charlene rushed over, arms outstretched. “That was amazing, Gigi!” she beamed. “Like… wow. Did you feel that? All that love? It was like... like the whole world was hugging you!” Destiny hugged her tightly, brushing a hand down her granddaughter’s hair.

Caption: `My peace. 11 PM. Kids asleep. Damian woke Ava up. "Come." "Where?" "Outside." --- *DAY 750: NIGHT - THE DANCE* Snow was falling. The moon was out. Everything was white. Damian played a song on his phone. An old one. The one they first danced to. He held out his hand. Ava smiled. "Here?" Damian: "Yes. Here. Just us." They danced in the snow. Slowly. No music needed.

All Yours Daddy. Chapter 7. Nuella took a step from her standpoint. Her shaky legs walked her through the sides of the dancing crowd, hoping to get that one waitress who would pass by with a drink that could help quench the feeling of this burning desire. As she walked through the dancing crowd, she could feel Devine's burning gaze accessing every bit of her. Like, why won't he? His eyes were heavily rooted to her body with no intention to tear them off. They were the only ones who didn't have a partner to groove their body with, but their mind was grooving together. Even if Nuella's mind wasn't grooving, Devine knew that his own mind was yearning to groove with her as much as his clothed co

He didn't let me have my own glass, instead, I would constantly sip from his drink. I slightly got up from leaning on his chest when the woman finally got closer. Lideon did the same without getting his arm off of me. I looked up at the woman and she smiled at me lightly. She's wearing a black stringed bikini covered by a thin and see-through dress. Her wavy and long hair danced with the swift blow of the wind.

Daniel tightened his grip on my waist as he addressed his friend in a casual yet possessive tone. "The lady promised me a dance when I complimented her efforts.Chill brother, your wife is safe from me because I am already committed to another gorgeous woman waiting for me somewhere in this party.I should be going to her now.Enjoy your evening guys.I'll see you around."He patted Daniel's shoulder and left us alone on the dance floor. His beautiful obsidian eyes met mine and I couldn't control myself from throwing into his arms. "Don't leave me alone,not now not ever."

“You don’t know the kind of deals he’s made, the people he’s stepped on. I just exposed the truth, Florence. He dug his own grave.” Florence shook her head. “You wanted revenge.” He didn’t deny it. “That doesn’t make it right,” she whispered. Tristan studied her, his expression unreadable. “Would you have preferred that I did nothing?” She didn’t answer. Because part of her—the part that still ached from the humiliation, from the sting of hot coffee against her skin—wanted to say no. She hated herself for that. Tristan sighed and moved past her, heading toward the bar. He poured himself another drink, his movements slow, calculated. “You’re upset,” he said finally, as if he were discussing t

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

Darius suddenly lifted and spun John around before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, sealing their promises to each other with unspoken vows of love and devotion. "I think we should celebrate," Darius growled into John's ear, his hand slipping under his mate's bum, urging John to wrap his legs around his waist. John felt his mate's hard member pressing against his own as he wrapped his legs around Darius's waist, unable to suppress the moan that escaped his lips. With his mate securely in his arms, Darius began to walk towards the cabin, each step fueling the anticipation building inside John.

She whispered. "As you wish…" I pulled her into my arms, mind linking the DJ to change the music. I took her hand, wrapping my other around her waist as we began to dance and I began to sing. Pouring my emotions and love into that song. Others joined us on the dance floor, and even when the first drops of rain began falling, no one cared, enjoying the highs of this night. Delsanra locked her arms around my neck loosely, and I pulled her against me, grinding against her.