Glitch Dance Central Novels & Stories

I pushed the glass cup forward. He nodded this time he took longer mixing the alcohol, I turned to feed my eyes adjusting properly to the bar chair. There was a live bad performing at the center of the club, a hip hop artist and classy ladies were dancing graciously, twisting their waist down while slow if the men stood up to go dance with then other just enjoyed the scene before them, I looked to the extreme corner, there was a lady with a man that had the stature of Damon, I looked closely but he had a dread in, Damon aa g the type to dread his hair, him and the lady were so caught up in the moment, he held her waist, their body following the sound of the music they looked like they were i

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

“Don’t even argue. Tonight, you belong to me.” “Oh, perfect,” I muttered. “Drunk cardio with emotional sabotage.” She dragged me anyway, straight into the crush. Music wrapped around my body, tugging my hips into movement before permission even mattered. “Oh, Rhee.” Lila slid against me, curls bouncing. “Look around. We are the moment.” Recklessness burned warm. I spun her, catching her hips with a smirk that hurt. “Forget rebound dance. This is a whole damn mating announcement.” Someone whistled when she dipped me low, hair brushing my cheek. Upside down, the lanterns spun like stars and laughter tore out of me—raw but real.

Not some hidden corner where no one would see. Had Dana completely lost it? A line of sweaty, shredded male dancers started working their way toward them, pulling out every flirtatious trick in the book. One of them even offered a rose with his lip. Grace wasn’t new to wild parties, but this was a whole new level of in-your-face. The screams around her were deafening, waves of cheers crashing again and again. Her cheeks burned, blood racing hot under her skin. She forced herself to look anywhere but the dancers’ bulging biceps—and of course Dana caught her awkward reaction.

But I wasn’t about to wait for this cesspool of a show to dictate my steps any longer. I pushed open the iron door to the rooftop, pulling out the portable speaker I had prepared in advance. Setting up my phone, I opened my live-streaming app. "Hello, everyone," I began, my voice steady as rain drizzled around me. "I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.”

literal ghost music, echoing faintly through the air. “Rule number one of ghost dancing,” he said, sliding toward me dramatically, “you don’t walk. You glide. Glide like you are in zero gravity with swagger.” I laughed despite myself. “Swagger?” “Yeah. Ghost swagger. You have got to float like you own the damn afterlife. Now... hands up, shoulders loose.” I copied him, sort of. “Good,” he said, circling me. “Now imagine your feet are smoke. You don’t step... you drift. Like this.”

he said with a grin. Abeni laughed, her cheeks flushing with a blend of embarrassment and delight. She rose to her feet, letting Dmitry lead her into a slow waltz. The wooden floor of the balcony creaked beneath their feet as they moved in perfect harmony, the warm breeze ruffling their hair. The stars above seemed to spin along with them, and for a moment, Abeni forgot about everything else. She forgot about home, about the miles that still separated them from their new life together. She forgot about the weight of her past, about the pain she had endured. All that mattered was this man, this moment, this dance.

Anthony and Paulo would soon take advantage of the situation. Amanda started trying to sabotage Sarah's things and soon her childish jealousy was becoming ridiculous. At the weekend there would be a trance party at Camille's property, another rich digital influencer who studied fashion and hung out with Amanda, not exactly a close friend, but having fun at her expense. Everyone made nasty comments about this situation... Every time she wore clothes that attracted attention trying to compete with Sarah. The long-awaited Friday arrived, as usually the parties given by Camille Mendes were announced on Friday and held from Sunday to Monday.

Belle's POV Beyond surprised at Christian's action, I squatted to make sure the other guy was okay before standing to look at my husband. The guests present were not slow to take out their phones to record again as always. Why did we always manage to bring up drama at every party? I wondered silently. "What the hell?" I whispered to him, completely ashamed that he would ruin his birthday celebration just because of a guy who was only asking to dance with me and whom I was refusing already. A guy that I didn't find attractive at all.