Ethan From Dance Academy Novels & Stories

Dawin requested that we have a little dance, and since he has been really generous to me, I see no reason to reject him. We marched to the dancing floor and began to sway to the rhythm of the song. We quickly got lost in the bliss until we heard people clapping for us. I gave a cheeky smile, which dimmed the moment my gaze caught up with Ethan, who was approaching us. “May I borrow your partner for a while?” He requested with a tone that sounded more like a command. I wasn't even nervous because of how sudden his appearance was, but rather because of how his stoic gaze was fixed on the bracelet on my wrist.

“If the movie’s terrible, we make fun of it. If it’s decent, we enjoy it. Either way, you get a couple hours off.” The lights dimmed fully a moment later. Ethan turned his eyes to the screen, the simple distraction already pulling him in further than he expected. For a stretch the day at the rink faded, replaced by the easy dark of the theater and the sound of the film beginning. Midway through the second act Ethan’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He shifted, pulled it out just enough to see the screen, and angled it away from the light of the film. An unknown number. ‘You don’t know what really happened between Jax and Marcus.’

She laughed. “Ruiner, do you hear that.” “What, more country music?” asked Ethan. “Its Dolly and Kenny, you have to dance with me.” “I'm not much of a dancer.” “Come on,” Remy nagged, “it's a slow dance, you can't ruin it.” “My two left feet might have something to say about that.” “Come on, daddy,” she said softly, “feel it.” He relented and let her lead him onto the dance floor.

Normally the king and his queen usually start the first dance but since the gala was arranged for me, I get to dance first. *** Ethan's Pov; I knew that the so-called perfect prince wasn't so after all. If he didn't like the girl he should tell her instead of getting her hopes high for no reason. I hated men that acted out of place because they feel like they have it all. I understand that he is a prince but he had no right whatsoever to make that girl feel less of herself.

She’d said that too when Ethan asked about her family. “Now, enough of the small talk,” he said, pulling Zara up as he stood. “You’ll dance to Skinny Love by tomorrow. So why don't we start practicing now?” he suggested. Zara nodded, smiling as she stretched and took position. As they danced, something about the way his hands slid down her waist, pressed against her…felt way too casual. But she tried to shove it at the back of her mind, convincing herself it was because she’d never had a male tutor.

But instead of dancing, Maxwell just stood there holding her hands while his eyes kept roving all around; at the dancers, buffet table, exit—- everywhere but at her! With a mischievous grin on his face, Ethan hurried towards the DJ and before long, the spotlights on the dance floor dimmed just as the upbeat music stopped. The dancers started frowning until suddenly, Ed Sheeran's melodic voice rent the air, singing his slow, romantic hit song; 'Perfect'.

I don't want to lift my eyes and see the looks of contempt on the faces of the guests gathered. “I think we have had enough drama for one day. Please it's time to dance and make merry, after all this is my father's handing-over party and we refuse to allow anything or anyone to ruin it. DJ, please give us some cool songs” Ethan said gesturing to the DJ to do his thing as he pulled me with him to the dance floor. “Are you up for some dance moves, wife?” He said with a teasing smile. How he can find a way to smile after all that has happened today, is truly beyond my comprehension.

The doorbell kept ringing, joined by a young woman's voice. "Ethan Westbrook? Open up! I know you're home!" Vivian Lane. The new dance instructor. Ethan scrambled to his feet, eyes darting between me and the door. Outside, Vivian was losing patience. She started pounding. "Ethan! Open the door! Axel said he was taking me to look at cars today!" Ethan braced himself and hurried to the door. But he didn't open it. Instead, he pressed close to the other side, voice low, urgent, a warning threaded through every word.

My body touched my soft bed and I drifted right to sleep. ***** I woke up feeling good and beautiful I don't know if its the baby hormones, but I loved it. I walked to my room window letting it open. I usually don't open it wide but i wanted to today. I wanted the sunlight but what I didn't bargain for; was Ethan stepping down from his car with his new entourage. Why were they following him? But most importantly why was he here? Hello everyone❤️ thanks for the support Please vot❤️🥹

“Deal.” Ethan grinned between them. “So can we dance now?” Tasha laughed softly. “Yes, let’s dance.” As Ethan grabbed her hand eagerly, Daniel watched them with a quiet smile, his concern still lingering but tempered by the sight of happiness on their faces.