Destiny Devoted Dance Novels & Stories

Dev grabbed Neha's hand and ran back to the stage dancing again. Rola Pe Gaya Rola Pe Gaya Dil Se Gaya Rola Pe Gaya When Dev joined her she slid away and pulled Tristan into the dance floor. He imitated her steps. His grandparents laughed at this. He was doing every step with confidence. Amy nudged him to do properly. The three of them danced on the beats. 'You Got To Do, What You Do To Get You Much Higher Don't Do What You Do And Grab That Light Of Fire Now Do What You Do To

Another shot and they're up to the dance floor. As Destiny swayed to the music, memories of the day came rushing in. She shook her head as if that will shake the thought away and make her stop thinking about it. Then she let the music take control. The effect of the alcohol that was seeping into her bloodstream took care of the rest. Nothing existed to her anymore. Just her and the music. Arabella who got exhausted managed to pull her back to the bar. "That was crazy." Arabella giggled. Destiny only nodded then took another shot. She was beyond tipsy now but she doesn't want to stop.

the candle around them suddenly went off then on again , he pick up a dagger from the table an turn to the virgins "stretch forth your hands " he commanded and they did as told .he slashed their palm one after another and allowed their blood to fall into the bowl he was holding . when he was done he handed the bowl to Virginia , she took the bowl close to the alter which was built in a high platform . " step back " Destin commanded as soon as Virgina place the bowl on the alter . " we call upon you our ancestors ,you gave me this taxe and I seek your presents with us as we carry it out " he yelled and violent wind circled around them and loud whisper filled the air and the inside the bowl s

My last dance must be talked about for years; every time someone new leaves the club and moves on, they will remember that one dancer who set the place on fire with her last performance. I looked over at Devon once more and gave the signal. The music dropped. My first song was "Come undone," a cover by Carina Round. I strike a pose, stand facing the pole with my back to the crowd, and begin. Slightly pushing away from the stripper pole, I bent my body far over until my bum was at a perfect curve, and I slowly slid my fingers down my thighs, painfully slow. Making sure to caress my bottom as I bring my hands back up.

The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship. In her free time, she loves to enter another world so-called ‘fantasy world’, wanting to escape from reality. By entering this world, she feels like she has full control throughout the journey. Until one day, she decided to write her ‘fantasy’ in words instead of keeping it in mind. She enjoys herself while writing and she will continue doing it with passion.

Trevor's POV I woke up at 4am with Celeste sleeping almost on top of me. I had a huge boner and needed to go work out. Celeste had a room that she turned into a small gym. It had weights, a treadmill, Stationary bike and an eliptical. It helped pass the place off as mine for the moment. I carefullly untangled myself from her so she could sleep. I enjoyed getting Celeste all turned on and then stopping. I could wait as long as she needed but the build up is fun. I closed the bedroom door behind me and made my way to the gym. On the way I saw James, Brad, and Carl in the kitchen. It is programed in our heads to be up this early.

Odette’s curse was her own. She had been captured, robbed of her destiny, condemned to a life that wasn’t hers. And now she danced as if her soul were fighting its final battle before flickering out forever. Her chest rose and fell with each movement, her back arched, her face lifted to a sky that didn’t exist. She spun and spun, lost in an agony only her body could express. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as she extended her arms into a perfect arabesque, as if pleading for something that would never come. Freedom—so deeply longed for, so far out of reach—was etched into the despair of her dance.

“Well, I am sorry, Raquel. You want me to trust you. Start fucking here!” He huffs, “Dammit, Katrina! Sam has been without his soul mate for far too long, okay? He needs to mate. The demons know this too. The demons are ruthless shits! They go around looking for mateless and lost immortals. They thrive off of them, consuming them, latching on to every immortal's power in hopes to one day meet the queen, and make the queen theirs.” “Once he marks you, they have no choice but to leave.”

Under everyone’s shocked gazes, he extended his hand towards her. As all eyes were on them, Nora found herself unable to refuse. She gently placed her hand on his wide palm, and Liam held her to the dance floor. The lights turned dim, and the music started playing. He put his hand on her waist, moving along with the music. As much as my heart flutters, I’m worried Destiny is jealous of us Just like you, I’m so scared When you see me, when you touch me The universe has moved for us Without missing a single thing,

Raven replied coolly, taking another sip of her drink. The woman laughed, the sound devoid of humor. "Honey, in this club, every woman belongs to someone. The sooner you figure out your place, the easier your life will be." She extended a manicured hand, rings glinting in the dim light. "I'm Destiny. Viper's old lady." Raven shook her hand briefly, noting the strength in the grip, the calluses that spoke of work beyond looking pretty. "Raven." "So what's your story? You don't look like our usual crowd." Destiny's smile was sharp as a blade, her eyes missing nothing as they catalogued Raven's appearance, searching for weaknesses, for angles to exploit.