Fictional Dancers Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the scents of expensive cologne, alcohol, and vanilla. Matt was like a kid in a candy store. He looked around, taking in the plush booths and the high-end bar. I kept my gaze moving, searching the room for a glimpse of Leylie. Then I caught the eye of a passing waitress and leaned in. "Do you have a Leylie Field working as a dancer tonight?" The girl shook her head, smiling politely. "Sorry, honey. The dancers go by stage names only. I don’t know any Leylie." I nodded thanks and motioned for Matt to follow. We took a table near the back, far enough to stay low-key yet close enough to see the stage clearly.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

"You understand, Gina?" She ignored his question. Instead, she asked, "You know what Casey and I've been up to?" The two women had decided to teach themselves different dances over the long months of isolation at the compound. Their favourite had been the tango; a beautiful, passionate and difficult dance. They had taken turns in the leading and following roles, learning all the steps, sometimes serious, sometimes erupting into hysterical fits of laughter. Though they probably should have realized they'd been discovered, they thought their activities were secret, their only audience a baby that couldn't tell on them yet.

If there were any truth to the song I'd just heard, I wondered what her secrets were and how she'd gotten tangled up with U21. Another drink did nothing to soothe the beast inside me, but thankfully, the vibe I put off kept Starr and the other girls away. Each dancer made rounds on the floor after they performed, picking up some random schmuck who'd grease their palm with a hundred bucks to have them grind their lap with no hope of anything further.

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

So much that I looked like a bag of beans. Dancers in the Astros Empire were very much reduced to nothing. We were seen as no different from the courtesans. None of us danced for the joy of it. We were simply desperate. Peasants never got employed. We were regarded as spineless thieves that did not deserve a penny and that is exactly how we were treated. Now, every dancer in the Circle dreamed of one thing. To be recognized and taken before the Emperor. Previous Emperors would often take dancers as their concubines as they were said to have the strange ability to keep men happy...but that was how high we were allowed to dream. Not me though. I did not have dreams of my own. Who was I to drea

I slammed the glass back on the table and pushed my way through the throng of dancers. I thought that if I got home quickly enough and soaked myself in a hot bath, I might be able to forget this night. Some of the dancers were bare-bellied, dancing to an impossible rhythm. I suspected that some of them—the ones with their pants pulled down slightly and holding each other tightly—were doing more than just hugging, kissing or dancing, but I shivered to imagine anything more in a public place like this. I found Adrian in the middle of a group of men who were all playing with the buckles of their belts. Adrian gave me a salacious look.

Alessia's POV AFTER we entered the courtyard with Stefano we watched Valeria's proud dance. Stefano told me that that dance is Faerie Dance. This dance is not simply danced anywhere because it is only done with every blessing of the moon. This dance is truly beautiful and it is the first time I have seen such a dance. It's like flying in the air—no, they can slightly fly, maybe they learned martial arts and they can do that.

I exist but only as the shadow of Aliah. But despite that, I still dreamed big to dance in the Zeneca Ballet as their lead dancer, as the prima ballerina. Although we own Zeneca Ballet, for me- the woman who live her whole life as the black sheep, dancing at Zeneca is a dream come true. That was just a very simple dream from someone like me, not until Vicenzo Santorini came into the picture. Although danger and fear become visible in my eyes when I tangle myself with him, still I do not wish not to met him. I will always choose to meet him even if the end between us is just the same.

Giselle A new fucking life. When I landed in Chicago, I needed work that didn’t come with background checks or nosy questions. So here I am—waitress slash dancer at a club where real names are about as common as uNicholasrns. Perfect cover for someone who technically doesn’t exist anymore. It wasn’t exactly my childhood dream, but life’s funny that way. Music and dancing used to be my escape—contemporary dance where every movement told a story without needing words. Now I’m telling a different kind of story, and honestly? The audience seems pretty entertained.