Destiny Devoted Dance Novels & Stories

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.

His gaze was unwavering, a clear warning. While she stood there, a relative came and pulled her unexpectedly from Devon as she was shocked then she pulled her hand away from her. Devon looked down at Clara, a tender smile touching his lips. “Would you like to dance, baby?” he whispered, his eyes filled with a quiet adoration. Clara’s heart fluttered. She nodded, a small, hopeful smile on her face. She reached out her hand, ready to step onto the dance floor with him, to find solace in his arms amidst the storm.

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.

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Herself. The girl moaned softly. Bery again greedily pressed his lips to hers, now imperiously crushing them, now caressing her tongue. The girl's hands were entangled in his hair. How soft and thick they are... At that moment, Aznar pushed forward sharply, and the girl's scream merged with his moan. The man froze, giving the opportunity to get used to and slowly, very slowly, began to move. The world around Deya disappeared and her whole being focused on unusual painfully sweet sensations. Her body arched itself, adjusting to the rhythm, which gradually accelerated. The man groaned briefly, the thrusts became stronger and more aggressive, he no longer restrained himself. He tightly squeezed

"You are important to me, and I need you to see that." "I am not your prisoner," she said, her voice trembling but determined. "I will find a way out of here." Dante's smile widened. "You are spirited. I admire that. But you must understand, there is no escape. You belong to me now." The finality in his words filled her with dread. She could feel her resolve wavering, but she refused to show it. "I will never belong to you," she spat, her anger giving her strength. Dante's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. "We shall see," he said quietly. "For now, you will do as I say. There will be consequences if you disobey."