His Dancer Novels & Stories

I looked like a night worker pretending to have dignity. The “club “ wasn't even in a building. It was a big garage with bright neon lights and a bodyguard who hated smiling. I asked for flin. A man with piercings, tattoos and a spider ring stepped out from the shadows. “Lucia's the name, right?” I affirmed. “Dance is your forté, correct?” “Yes. Ballet. Contemporary. Anything that pays.” He screened me with his eyes. “Are you clean?” I nodded again.

Every year at the Grant family's Christmas charity ball, their unmarried daughter's first dance always opened the auction. By tradition, the man who won the dance was expected to marry her. Everyone was waiting for my childhood sweetheart, Lucas Reed, to raise his paddle for me. The auctioneer called for bids three times. Lucas never raised his paddle. Just before the gavel fell, Lucas's phone rang, and he walked straight out of the ballroom. In the dead silence that followed, Adrian Holt raised his paddle. "The Holt family will cover any shortfall in tonight's fundraising." Eight point seven million dollars. With that one bid, he closed the gap on the whole night's fundraising. Then he walk

Their people, activities, and performances are documented beautifully on their profile. I stop scrolling when I find a picture of a gorgeous brunette with blue eyes dancing. The picture speaks a lot of things. Sensuality, vulnerability, confidence. How can there be so much beauty in one frame? She must be a real pro to be able to project that in front of people. I remember her. It’s impossible to forget such a bombshell. “She’s Gia , one of our best dancers,” the sophomore once told me.

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

I eagerly checked. "Only one," he allowed. "Are you a shrink or a dancer?" I teased. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm expected to be only one, without the other?" He asked, with a chuckle. "Because that's the thing, you can only be one." I shrugged. "Okay then, I'm a dance instructor." He informed, then expanded with his favorite line. "Who also happens to be observant enough, to pass for a shrink." I rolled my eyes at him.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

Author pov, Jayden stared at the dancer with his dark orbs, enjoying the strip dance happening while enjoying his whisky. A dancer came near him while dancing in a seductive manner to seduce him. Dancing while almost touching his chair, his legs. Every girl wanted to earn him, wanted to be touched by this sexy billionaire. After all, he is everyone's ideal man. He has the total perfection in himself. "Interesting" he mumbled. The sexy male just smiled at that woman.

He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment but pressed onward. "Why, thank you young man! As i'm sure you're aware, i am Evin Ordas, bard extraordinaire and this young lady is Isbella, my apprentice and near-daughter" Evin, true to his bard roots, spoke grandly as if still proforming for a crowd, gave a flourish of his colorful cloak and gave Boro a deep bow right back. "Hello, and thank you sir, I think my near-father and I could both definitely use these drinks" She spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious. She took Boro's offered drink and smiled sweetly at him causing him to blush even harder.

Diana and the older man was shocked but she couldn't help rejoicing within. "Are you sure?" "Yes Father...I want her" He grinned. "Okay, since you want her...I hope this is settled, Mrs Chadwick" "Of course, we would be ready. Thank you for the price" "We'll be leaving now and we'll arrive on the festival day" "Sure" She released a charming smile and watched their retreating backs. "I can't believe that stupid girl almost ruin things...I'm glad the young master agreed" "Stop sulking, will you?"

" - he looks at me. "Diana, this is Paulo, owner of the club." "Who is this girl?" - he looks me up and down. "I'm Diana, how are you?"-we shake hands. "Do you know how to dance, Diana? In Pole Dance?" - he asks me. "I've never danced."