Glitch Dance Central Novels & Stories

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

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.

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.”

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.

Well, how can I quit crushing on someone I've liked since I was fourteen? I decided to shift the subject because it wasn't leading us anywhere," I'm hungry Mamita, is there anything to eat?" "Check the counter in the kitchen," she said as she let go. And your pal Chelsea just dropped by, saying she'd be right back." “Oh!” I brought the meal to my room and then went through my closet looking for something to wear for tonight's dancing. Actually, I'm a designated driver, but I dance in a downtown club because it's something I enjoy doing — not stripper dancing, but hip hop dancing. It also generates additional revenue. The men at the bar frequently want me to strip dance, but displaying my bod

I think she's already sweating cold. She wanted to refuse but she also didn't want to drink the vinegar with chili. Who else likes it? Duh! By the way, the 'It Really Hurtz' dance is one of the top trend. Mimiyuuh was the one who made it trend. “Freya, what's the problem?” Hilary asked while holding back his laughter. Vanessa gulped and stood. I understand, Freya. It was also a big shame for her to dance that. 'It really hurtz to love you like this

he said like a father calmly scolding his daughter. "Sorry... " I licked my lower lip and adjust myself on the bed. He sighs and massages his nape "You cannot use the dance room not until you are fully recover. I ask Gordon to locked it starting from now on" he said back to his strict tone of voice. I press my lips together. I felt a sudden worry about the possible changes of my turn out especially now that I stop doing the basic ballet step in the morning. It's been a long time since I last attended a ballet rehearsal. I miss those normal days of my life...

I’d been dancing for three hours straight, the bass from the speakers still throbbing between my legs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Lounge smelled like sweat, perfume, and spilled whiskey tonight, and I was already soaked before the last customer even slid his hand up my thigh. My stage name was Jade, but right now I was just a girl who’d run away from a house that never felt like home.