Famous Dancer Novels & Stories

Now I saw why everyone rated him so high, and that’s because he was extremely invincible on the dance floor. After more than thirty minutes of igniting wicked flames on the dance floor, I noted that every move I did was being mimicked by the world champion and made it look like a piece of crap, the Aeonflux Drop, ASAP and every other dance move I did was all duplicated by Cyrus. That left me to just one last resort, the most deadly dance move in the world. I knew Cyrus’ pride will make him see it as some fluke but I was ready to dare him.

I glared at him letting him know that I’m actually serious about doing this. “Oh my god, dude!” He gave a short chuckle with that. He crossed his legs as he watched me move whatever limb that I can move. “You are really a terrible dancer. Your hips aren’t even moving, man.” “Do you want to see me do the dougie?” I trailed, my confidence was getting boosted even though August just blatantly insulted my dancing skills.

They would not start a great fight if they did not hold the strongest ace. To stop myself from overthinking even for a while, I drove myself into this favorite bar of mine. I was facing my favorite dancer, who's extremely sexy in her black dress and was testing herself because a later on, it was her turn to make a great show. She's one one the most requested dancer in this club for having a luscious body, not to mention that her dancing skills really were eye-catching, making the manager in this club give her own dressing room. We're all alone in this place. The place was finely white and so silent. There were only countable appliances since she didn't like to have many things in here.

With Josiah's approval, Maeve pushed it further and said, "Mister Leon, she's after all the prettiest lady in Jehovah City and once a Mrs.Shelby, I'm sure she's worth a fortune. Shouldn't you show some sincerity if you want to kiss her?" "I heard that Miss Leighton is really talented. She's good at playing the piano, painting, and even dancing! She had won in an international dance competition before," said a woman while she pointed at the pole on the stage and added, "Why don't we have Miss Leighton to show us a dance?" "The dancer should be naked for us to enjoy watching pole dancing. Don't tell me you want to see Miss Leighton…hehe…" One of the guys tugged into a smug smile as he rubbed h

They headed to Fancy Gala. With the rest of the dancers were Mpumi and Sam. The two friends were nervous, but they were also excited. “We are going to be great out there,” Sam said, “we practised so hard for this.” Mpumi was not so worried about that. Instead, she was focused on a young man who sat not far from them. He was their dance choreographer. He was Shannon Spencer. He had a leading role in the dance. --**He doesn’t seem well all of a sudden. **--

“Dance?” “Yes,” I say, gaining confidence. “I’m a dancer. It’s something I’m very good at.” Very, very good at, actually. But it’s not good to blow one’s own trumpet. Better to take him by surprise. He nods, considering. “Interesting. What kind of dance?” “One that helps people relieve stress,” I say, meeting his gaze. “I dress in very skimpy clothes and dance for exclusive audiences.” “Like a stripper?” “Not exactly. It may seem that way, but it’s another category of dancing,” I explain.

He was just soft and timid, too much like a little girl. Nina, though… Nina Carter was exactly to his taste. He had never truly intended to divorce me. He still needed the image of a complete family to climb higher. He believed, without doubt, that I would always stay, always obey. The first time I asked for a divorce, he barely paid attention. He was too busy messaging Janine, preparing for the company dinner, which was his chance to network with powerful men. Janine had thrown herself into it for him, drinking with executives until she nearly collapsed, all to gain his reputation. So when she stood there afterward, holding Nina, pitiful and fragile, he hadn’t hesitated to bring them home.

He cringed in disappointment and then fondled with his glass. “I was thinking we could go up the stage and dance” He shrugged. “I don’t dance with strangers,” I said and walked past him. My long legs made quick strides and he tried to catch up with me. “I’m surprised that you don’t know me” His gaze fluttered. I paused and stared at him in confusion, “Excuse me, the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you”. “Everyone on TikTok knows me. I’m Charlie Sheen, the dancer. I could take you up and perform some cool moves on you” He winked.

That was the main reason Alexa couldn't even recognize her at first. "Well, I am Christian Bells, a choreographer and I am pleased to work with you all.” The next person was a middle-aged lanky man who had sunglasses on which looked quite weird but no one meddled in his business. He was quite cold and didn't talk too much nonsense at all but Alexa looked him up and her phone almost fell out of her hands. Christian Bells was one of the most famous choreographers ever to be born, most of the leg movements and popular dances were invented by him.