Fe3h Dance Novels & Stories

Countless people crowded the floor, dancing to the music in high spirits. The women wore long dresses, exposing their pale shoulders and collarbones. Some even deliberately revealed half their breasts to attract more lingering gazes. Perhaps Lin Yilan was the only exception; the dressing habits cultivated at the military academy seemed out of place here, drawing countless stares. Of course, this could also be because of Feige beside her; he was constantly greeted along the way, as if everyone knew him. "Don't be nervous, they are just curious." Feige led her through the dance floor with relaxed ease, stopping in a darker area with fewer people. "Wait a moment, I'll go get something to drink.

When I dance, I feel like a fish in water. Dancing is my element. It makes me feel alive and whole. When I was a child, I took ballet classes at school. Although classical dance is beautiful, it’s not the one I enjoy. I prefer modern dance. It’s versatile, dynamic, and theatrical. I'm passionate about how expressive it is. The movements can be completely different from one piece to another. And it has a series of other details that make me love this artistic expression.

“I don't know, babe. They look like sworn enemies. Anyway… enough about them. Show me those sexy dance moves.” I blush as I glance around, seeing people lost in each other as they vibe to the music. “I can't dance…” I bite my lip as he grabs my waist and pulls me closer. “Neither do I.” He whispers huskily and turns me around so my back is facing his front. “Just swing your hips from side to side and follow the rhythm.” The song playing in the background is David Guetta and Bebe Rexha's 'I'm Good.' It's cheerful and soon, I go with the flow as the song reaches my soul.

I gulp down the bottle of fig juice down my throat, and then accept his hand. Theirs is quite different from the styles I see in Foden's place during the spring dance. They don't tap their feet or jump in the air when the song reaches a certain crescendo; quite the opposite in fact. Clapping of hands, gentle movements of the feet and upper parts of their bodies, almost, regal in nature.

Once again some unlucky asshole is going to get his ass pulled up onto the stage. The third girl is coming to the pole but not all the way. The guys are already drooling for a pussy the have not yet seen. Jackson only but smiles at me, “You got to watch these three girls. You will still have a hard-on by the time you get home.” “Don't know so much about the hard-on. They definitely have fucking hot bodies though.” The music starts, not too upbeat and not too slow, perfect to move your body seductively to. The girl has not yet made her way to the pole.

This is my wedding afterall. Their dance steps are so fluid as if they practiced their choreography over a thousand times before my wedding. Flames dance around their feet, sometimes licking up their arms but never burning them. The spectacle is breathtaking. I feel like I am watching swimming bodies and they dance so beautifully. At some point, a few of them begin exhibiting acrobatic performances. They leap, spin, and tumble in different styles. “They are The Aekái. Dancers trained from birth," Azraelyrs says, noticing my attention that is completely drawn to them. His voice is so close to my ear and I turn slightly.

I tried to suppress the triumphant feeling growing in my chest, but I was pretty sure he’d already felt it. I followed him. The other dancers gave him a wide berth but continued minding their own business. One song faded into another, and we both started to dance. Holy fuck. The huge Fae had moves, that was for sure. He was in perfect time with the beat, probably because he was a musician. His muscles bulged and stretched under his T-shirt as he moved, and jeans had never looked so good on a guy. I stared, my body faltering, while trying to close my jaw. His grey gaze latched on to me, and he came closer, keeping eye contact the whole time. His body heat pressed against me.

“Sure, babe! She stopped and groaned at him. We all walked past them. Wow, I gasp, this is not a house. This is a freaking mansion! This place is beautiful, and he has aafull house. There body's of people bumping and grinding on the dance floor, dancing to Laffy Taffy by D4L. "Oh, my God, I love this song! "We heard someone yell, Samie Marie, it was her, and she grabbed me, and I grabbed Sherry, she grabbed Nessie, Savannah, Sammy, Tiana, Stella, Charlotte, went on the dance floor, we started dancing with eachothers. Suddenly I stopped, and I felt someone watching me; I had goosebumps going up my arms.

Focus on the dancing. He grabbed my fingers and held them with his. “Now, I will teach you. As you saw, this dance isn’t hard. So, when we start, our feet are together. Step back with your left foot and I will step forward with my right foot. Now, step to your right with your right foot. I will mirror you with my left foot. Feet come back together on this step. So far, so good!” He encouraged happily. “We will finish the box now. So now I step back with my left foot and you follow me forward with your right foot. Step to your left with your left foot while I step to the right with my right foot. And then our feet come back together. And you have completed your first box.”

The sway of their body, the movement of their hips and legs that rise high, as if they were kicking an enemy, everything makes Rhea's heart pound even faster. The people shout jumbled words, but somehow, they match the rhythm, as the five warriors alternate between high kicks and spins. Suddenly, five more warriors land from their heels on the stage, mimicking the movements of the others with extreme precision. Rhea can barely blink, afraid she will miss some movements of the warriors, who turn the fights into an engaging dance. Unlike the traditional dance she danced in her Bonding Party, they're actually re-creating fighting movements, turning the beauty of combat into art. She's so excite