Glitch Dance Central Novels & Stories

She had been working there for a few months now, and although she hated the job, it paid the bills. Avila slid down the pole one last time, picking up the cash that had been thrown at her feet. She gave a curt nod to the DJ, signaling the end of her routine, and made her way backstage. She changed out of her skimpy outfit and into her street clothes, trying to ignore the lecherous stares of the other dancers. As she sat there on that black stool in the changing room, all she could do was think about the one thing that stayed rent-free in her head. It was how she got to where she was at that point in her life.

He said before holding my hand and put it above his shoulders, then he guided me towards the center, and we slowly danced together with the soft music. And while dancing, I realized who he was. He was that jerk who asked if I need company earlier. The one I ignored. And with a heavy heart because of the scene I just witnessed, I can't believe that I found myself dancing with a jerk.

, Grace then says excitedly. " Wh..what dance ?", I ask in shock. " The dance you said you performed on skates.", she says. " oh no ! It was while I was in m..middle school. I forgot it Grace.", I immediately say. " Okay, then just show us something. It doesn't necessarily need to be that dance itself. Just dance to this song.", Ethan suggests referring to the new slow melody that is playing in the rink. Again ! Again he took yesterday's trick.

The digital landscape of Sea City was currently in a state of absolute upheaval. In the high-society group chat, the frantic demands for an address had reached a fever pitch. "Address! For the love of God, send the address!" the messages scrolled by so fast they were a blur of elite desperation. Chen Wei, witnessing the peak of the dance, felt a surge of mischievous adrenaline. He waited for the music to hit its final, crashing chord, and as Chloe Bishop struck her finishing pose, he subtly pivoted his phone.

--> 15 minutes after Leon came "Lets dance Leo," I giggled out with a quiet hiccup at the end. Leon smiled lazily at me before he stood up from the bar stool. He stumbled slightly taking the first few steps and we both laughed at it. We went towards the center of the dance floor when a new song comes on, "Wiggle" by Jason Derulo. I, for some reason, smirked towards Leon as he put his hands on my waist. Other girls had their back facing their partner and so I copied their actions. I swayed my hips at first and Leon tightened his grip, pulling me even closer to him. When the chorus started I, for some stuipid reason, I decided to grind into his groin, earning a slight groan to escape his lips.

I contemplated quickly dоwnіng my bееr аnd dераrtіng. Aѕ thе song саmе tо a сlоѕе, thе dancer tооk оff hеr shorts, uѕіng hеr high-heeled ѕhое to flісk thеm іntо thе соrnеr оf thе stage. Undеrnеаth ѕhе hаd оn thоng thаt mіght аѕ wеll have not еvеn been thеrе. I thіnk they sometimes call this ѕtуlе dental flоѕѕ. She ѕtаrtеd what had tо bе аt lеаѕt hеr thіrd ѕоng оf thе set. I knew ѕhе must bе сlоѕе tо thе end оf the set. I took my time taking another sip or twо оf beer, соntеmрlаtіng mу hоrnіn еѕѕ versus my rеѕресt fоr women. I fіnаllу rесаllеd dіѕсuѕѕіоnѕ thаt I had wіth dаnсеrѕ іn thе раѕt whеrе thеу made іt clear thаt thеу dіdn't fееl еxрlоіtеd. I fіnаllу рut аll dоubt оut of mу hеаd and еx

Khloe was still the center of attention the one to tame the anger of the goddess ,the fact he had said something blasphemous about the goddess just a fortnight ago made him nervous, he wondered in his mind if the goddess still held grudges and would strike him down right their in their midst. Wyatt stared around now at the dance that had devolved into something else,it had never happened this way before he would later hear . People dancing barefooted , people dancing around fires in a ritualistic way , people dancing in a way that raised a certain awareness down their spine and then silence all of a sudden. Everything ,stopped like it had started . The drums playing softly again ,the peo

My name was Lindsay Larson, and I had this addiction since I was a kid. Whenever the urge kicked in, I would feel unbearably uncomfortable all over. Ever since I started college, it became harder to endure. Every day, I found myself wanting to hook up with different guys. As time went by, my condition only worsened. It began to seriously affect my daily life. One day, my best friend, Gabby Kemp, brought her boyfriend over to my place. As soon as I saw his flawless face, I immediately lost control. I could only press my legs tightly together to suppress the unbearable sensation.

She launches the shards at me all at once. I move fast. Dance isn't just art. It's control over your body. Precision. Timing. I duck under the first wave. Spin past the second. Leap over the third. The shards explode against the floor behind me. Willow's eyes widen. "How...." I land lightly in front of her. "Dance training." Then I punch her. Square in the nose. The crack echoes through the studio. She stumbles backward clutching her face. Blood spills through her fingers.

On the day of Sandra Kinsey's ovulation, I went to wait for her at the dance studio, just as we'd agreed. The corridor behind the office stretched out long and silent, as always. But this time, faint music drifted from the far end—music in a place that should've been still and undisturbed. Under the studio lights, two shadows danced on the frosted glass, intertwined. A bad feeling bloomed in my chest. The dance studio was Sandra's private sanctuary. Since our marriage, it had become something more—our secret playground, a space reserved for small adventures, a place we returned to again and again when the ordinary grew stale.