I'm An Albatraoz Just Dance Novels & Stories

More than ever, you know once we put him on the spot, we can make things right again. We need him to meet Alba sooner than ever! Back in the city, Alba stepped into Club Magenta for the fifteenth time. Something was different, the bartender gave her a once-over and a nod. The pianist changed his tune to something darker. The air buzzed and then, as she took her usual place by the bar, a whisper passed between two dancers near the back: “He’s here.” Alba didn’t react. But inside? Her entire body tightened. She tilted her head, sipped her champagne and smiled like she wasn’t about to bring down a man from the inside out, the game had finally begun.

***Party at the beach in Copacabana Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on Me and Brittany we've been down in Atlanta Sweating in the club call me Dirty Dianna Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up I ain't got no worries, I'm my own private dancer My own private dancer.*** All eyes were on us, as Nina and I dominated the dancer floor. Girls began to copy our moves and executed it perfectly. I might be a little tipsy, but I was seriously impressed. By the the time we reached the hook of the song, the ladies gather behind us as we continue to dance.

He switched to a music channel and the song *Abule* by patoranking came on. "Come here," He spoke with his hands wide open, inviting me to join him in dancing. I gave him a dirty smile and slowly catwalked towards him.

But I simply tore up the agreement and marked the date of departure on the calendar. The day of departure fell on Elara’s engagement banquet. Suddenly, it all made sense why Lysander hasn't gone home these days. He’s been accompanying Elara, helping her choose her wedding dress and ring as if he were Elara’s bridegroom.

'Well, I'm not dancing like that' I pointed to Keji and Caleb. She was openly grinding him and the idiot was obviously turned on by the look on his face. Uthman smiled and shrugged. 'Well, let's just go to the dance floor.' He stood up and held out his left hand. I took it and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. He did not even have to ask me I twirled into the dance floor because one of my favorite music was on; Wizkid's Azonto.

Krystal says and I smile. The bond we have with one another is strong. Making each other feel better is as easy as breathing. If Garlof didn't like Krystal so what? She is amazing and he doesn't deserve her. I look back out at the refilling dance floor and spot a Cok champion heading my way. "Good evening, Jia of Earth. I am Capt. Artur. Would you like to dance," he asks when he stops in front of me, and I nod.

Not waiting for Christian to return, I make my way into the house, stopping on the dance floor when J Balvin's Mi Gente starts playing. This disc jockey has put me in a lot of trouble tonight. And yet ... I start dancing. Oh my God, I am never taking alcohol. Oh my God, this feels so good. Someone comes up to me from behind and pulls me into him, my back meeting his chest "Shake that hot bod for me, baby" He whispers in my ear and I suddenly feel like puking. I don't want his hands on me. "Let go." I breathe, trying to get away but his grip on my waist is like iron.

I can't make a mistake with that scent. It's already too late and impossible to resist because his hand was already around my waist, supporting me as we walk all the way to the dance floor. "Hero Yves and Alyana Yvonne on the dance floor everyone! The almost Mr. and Mrs. Veneracion but never did" the disc jockey jovially announced. A round of applause and cheers followed, it's deafening in that case, but it didn't bother me, what disturbs me at the moment was how can I slip on this act if I don't know how to dance?! Slow panic started to trail on my spine.

I instead focused on Robert and the way that his face was lighting up as he looked around. “Isn’t this great, Almara? When’s the last time we went dancing?” He asked excitedly, making a beeline straight for the dance floor where couples already gyrated against each other to the music. I had thought they would play waltzes or something similar, but they were playing club music instead. “It’s been too long,” I agreed, but inside I was thinking it hadn’t been long enough. He pulled me against him, arms sliding around my waist as he led me into a sensual dance. I tried my best to keep up, swaying my hips to the beat, but I knew it wasn’t a fluid motion. It felt choppy and out of sync.

🎵🎵If I lose it all, will you still be there for me, If I no get money, will you still be in love with me o baby, If you know my weakness, will you stand by me, Ti won ba bami je o, sho ma segbe leyin mi, So promise me, you grow old with me.....🎶🎶 As much as I thought I could dance, I was stunningly surprised when I saw his dance steps. You really need to come and see how he was moving his body. Everybody shouted in excitement, hailing him, especially his friends. My girlfriends weren't satisfied, so they showed me some dance steps, telling the DJ to play another music.