Graveyard Dance Novels & Stories

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

"Mind watching my stuff? I'll have my phone with me, though." "Girl, do you even have to ask? Go get your grind on!" She winks at me just before I immerse myself in the massive sea of dancers. I groove to six different songs until finally, a suitable grinding track, "Ride" by Ciara ft. Ludacris, starts playing. I refuse to miss this opportunity and grab the first person I see, pressing my back into his front. He's a cute brunette with a well-built physique, and his dance moves are not too shabby.

Keyara stumbled towards her boss, her eyes glaring as she approached the table. She then pointed at Grey and asked, "What's the gift?!" Grey touched his chin and stroked it. "Hmm, the gift is something good and unexpected. How about it?" Keyara immediately gave a thumbs-up to her boss and said, "Agreed!" She then stood three inches away from Grey and went back to her previous spot to dance. She then removed her cardigan to reveal a short-sleeved t-shirt, raised her arms, and exclaimed, "Keyara Jhonson will dance for Mr. Grey Reed! Enjoy the show!"

He'd definitely visit her grave more and speak to her more. Right when he thought he had no talents, he remembered the dance. But, it wasn't something he could perform without disguising himself. His grandmother had told him to keep it a secret. Letting people know would cost him his life. But he wasn't really bothered for he was very sure that the people of Netheridge wouldn't know the dance. How could they? His great grandmother lived in Ashenmore while Netheridge is deep within the mountains of the North. Almost secluded. There's no way they would know the dance.

"Thank you so much for this piece of advice. It is just too hard for me to believe that Philip grave lays in the compound, that he is buried six deep feet and I can't even see him to tell him how much I still love him." "I know that Nora and I also know how you feel, but show fate how tough you can be, don't let fate win you. Of all the things that you will accomplished, your greatest day is yet to come." Daisy said and flew around her before stopping in her face. "Come, let's go and dance I still have one finally dance step to teach you." **** Nora finally told Kate about her dancing skills which Kate was surprised and astonish when she saw it. Nora's dancing was out of the world.

He didn't stop punching when Grayson approached, didn't acknowledge his presence, but the rhythm faltered, the control failing. "She said yes," Grayson said. Not greeting. Information. The data Dante would collect anyway, observed or reported. Dante's fist landed. The bag swung. He caught it, held it, finally still. "To what?" "Homecoming. The dance. The ritual." Grayson maintained distance, the space between them charged with everything—grief, inheritance, the possibility of something other than destruction. "I asked. She chose. Publicly. Loudly."

His feelings were far too fleeting. Ryan's fingers twitched, and I knew he was recalling the same moment. Then, he reached out with his claws and scraped away the words on my tombstone, carving new ones in their place. "Ryan and his mate, Tiana, rest here together." His claws tore open against the rough stone, blood dripping from his fingers, but he ignored the pain. Slowly, he lay down in the grave he had just excavated. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he injected himself with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. His pupils contracted sharply, his breathing grew labored, and his body convulsed under the poison's effects.

This mentor of yours is going to betray you and try to crush your spirit by any means they can. When she flipped the next card Mike scrunched his face up in fear and Claudia shook her head again. “Do not fear the death card as you should not fear death. He isn’t coming for you yet. This just means that it’s time for a new chapter in your life as it is followed by,” she began then flipped over the chariot card, “movement, travel. You need to broaden your horizons.” Finally, she looked down at the cards and shook her head, “I don’t even think you need the last two cards.”

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

A few hours later, Gracie and an entourage of women meet at the country dancehall. There is a live band, people shout to hear one another. It is somewhat dark in the seating or standing areas and carpeted walkways. The bars are lit up, beer stations are sporadically located through the dancehall. There are cocktail servers walking around with test tube shots. The dance floor is lit up by overhead lighting. The dance floor features a bar that people can stand and dance on. Gracie and her friends get shots! She chooses butterscotch and Bailey’s, then a shot of tequila rose! After two rounds of shots at, they all order a regular drink. Gracie asked for a vodka and cranberry with lime. The clust