Guardian Of The Galaxy Dance Off Novels & Stories

“Thanks, man. I’m a lucky son of a bitch.” He scoffed at that. “Nah,” he said, swatting the air. “You deserve this.” “Kian, come and dance with me!” Gia beckoned, waving me over to the middle of the room. Blade obliged Lauren with a slow dance to Foreigner’s “Waiting For A Girl Like You.” My shoulders sagged, and I grimaced as if to say, “Seriously? Do I have to?” Inside the Cage, I could move like lightning, but out on the dance floor, I had two left feet and gigantic shoes. There was no way I could pull all that Patrick Swayze shit, even if they had shoved my baby in the corner.

“Well, the more you grovel, the farther away he pushes himself. The worse he gets at you. You cannot give him the power. He doesn’t know how to handle it. Space is exactly what he needs right now.” “Come, girl, let’s practise being sexy one last time. We’ll think about that space after tonight.” Another act from Shannon, and it was the last performance. It was to close off the gathering. This time the dancers were able to interact with the audience. In a matter of time, every person in the room was dancing. --**He told me that he couldn’t dance. **-- Mpumi was surprised seeing Dion dancing with Emilia. He was doing good. Gift stood frozen at the dance floor; his eyes fixed at his father. His

Gianna then decided to take this time to run some personal errands. Like getting an abortion. ****** On the same day, a video of Gianna dancing the Moonlight Dance exploded on the Internet. Bright face, delicate body, solid skills, it was an absolutely beautiful dance. It was a hit. Josh was in Declan’s hospital room, swiping his cell phone and going through the internet, when he happened to see this dance, performed by Gianna. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Gianna, who was dancing in the video. "So Gianna is such a good dancer?"

“Actually, are you out of your mind? I thought the entire point was for you to not show weakness. How do you think your oh-so-loyal warriors will react when they see you dancing with me?” He shrugs, the strength of his body rippling underneath his shirt. “This is different than you disobeying me directly and me refusing to punish you.” I don’t care. “I’m not dancing with you, end of story.” I say, my body heating with anger. “You can’t make me. I got zero knowledge of dance, so I’ll just end up embarrassing you in front of your entire Pack. They’ll really applaud your decisions then.” He laughs. “I’ll have someone ready a dress for you by tomorrow.”

- Luna Katniss, give me the honor of this dance. - I'm not very good at dancing. I didn't have the opportunity to learn. I apologize in advance for my clumsiness. – Kat responds, accepting Drake’s hand. They head to the center of the improvised dance floor and start dancing. Everyone present admired the pair. It was an honor for Kat to be the Luna invited to open the ball with the host of the meeting. Little by little, one by one, all the Alphas grabbed their mates' hands and started dancing. Drake's mate was invited by the young alpha Charles.

“Dancing.” I grin. “I learned to dance years ago, Sloane. I could dance with my eyes closed and still recite the periodic table without missing a step.” “I guess we’ll see.” “Yes, we will,” I say as the song comes to an end. “I think your uncle wants to say goodbye. I think he’s making a point to my mother that he’s offended,” I say, nodding at the edge of the dance floor where Alpha Roman is standing with Luna Samara and Alpha Slade.”

She sprinted for the data kiosk, clutching her datapad. "Cover her!" Tristan roared. He moved. He was a blur of white light in the dark plaza. He intercepted a guard who was aiming at Helena. He didn't punch; he grabbed the guard's rifle, drained the battery, and then used the inert weapon as a club to knock the man out. Saoirse was dancing through the chaos. She wove between laser bolts, her hands trailing ribbons of violet fire. She blasted a group of guards backward with a thermal wave, then melted the treads of the second tank, immobilizing it.

Scarlett growled defensively and stance her arms out like a gunslinger ready to draw. "Alright, little miss redhead. You wanna dance? Fine, then let's dance." -END-

On the grand stage adorned with elaborate designs, Averil, clad in her white "battle dress," danced confidently, completely unaware of what was happening. In the backstage control room, Julian’s gaze was glued to a different livestream. On the screen, a fiery red figure moved gracefully, needing neither lights nor stage effects. Her presence alone transformed the essence of dance into something raw and breathtaking. Meanwhile, the viewership of the show’s official livestream was plummeting. Like Julian, audiences were abandoning it in droves, flocking instead to the private livestream.

“Tonight, we're going to put on the biggest show we can. We're fooling an entire pack, sis! What could be better than this?” Her words energise me and I'm nodding with a smile, “You're right. Let's have fun tonight!” Nothing can go wrong. Nothing at all… except an hour later, our dance is going well, going round the fire as we both play the Alpha role. The guards that attack us in the dance, we exhibit the same body movement. Everything was going just fine. I caught sight of Silver sitting next to our parents. He's smiling like he's pleased but his smile makes me even more anxious.