Jevil Dancing Novels & Stories

Jeiel said smiling. "Wow, I said as the song finished and the light turned back on as everyone clapped. "Thank you all,thank you so much." "And now for the song,you all have been waiting for,grab your partners, move to the dance floor and freestyle to Jowo by Davido" Dj Ray screamed into the microphone as the music started playing. "Excuse me guys", a guy walked to us saying. "May I have the dance with Jeiel?" Troy added.

Dancing with Mr. Jerk Chapter 1 "Have you heard? Sir Wilson and Ma'am Avrielle broken up!" "What? Why? What happened? This year is supposed to be their wedding year, right?" "Yup. Dunno, someone said that Ma'am Avrielle cheated on Sir Wilson," "Nope! That's bullshit! I heard Sir Wilson is the one who cheated in their relationship!" I closed my eyes hard because of the annoyance I feel while hearing their gossips about my previous relationship. These people talk as if the one they are talking about isn't around!

She ordered a few more times, at first the man next to her tried to stop her but Jewel just glared at him. After she drank her last order she stood up and walked onto the dance floor. Almost everyone she passes looks at her, who wouldn't? She is a goddess! When she reached the center of the dance floor she started dancing, while the people around her came back to their senses and continued dancing again. She just dances and dances as if she doesn't care about the people around her. Many men also approached her to dance. As she continued to swing a strong force pulled her away from the dance floor.

His lips caress my ear and it send shivers down my spine, suddenly I can't remember why I was mad in the first place. "Dance with me?" He asks, a hand gliding across my waist to take hold of my hand. He guides me to the floor and soft orchestra plays in the background. We take our positions and I slip my hand around his neck and everyone clears way for us. I continue to glare hard at him as we begin gliding across the floor, our steps in sync. I can tell people are watching and from the side of my eye as Lady Monica and baby Gina throw me a thumbs up. "You look so cute when you're jealous" Darius chuckles lowly, the rich sound vibrating through his body and causing my body to vibrate as well

Jada was feeling high as she loved the DJ’s playlist. She didn’t stop dancing from the moment she stepped onto the dancefloor. She noticed the pinks had come back to the table, poured themselves a drink, and downed them. After that, they came back dancing, while Jada hadn’t stopped yet.. With a bottle of beer in one hand, she kept swaying to the music with her eyes closed. Jada loved dancing. Not as much as she loves singing, but she loves to dance. It makes her feel free.

Double dose was the code that meant only one thing: Climb on the counter and attract more customers using the minimum of nudity that will not cause embarrassment. Not that my friend wasn't good enough to stay focused on her curvy body, but some customers used to be too smart to just watch and go back to the dance floor, without consuming, without falling into the vicious cycle and contributing to the nightclub's monetary system. That's when I acted. Knowing how to dance or not, my function changed to agile with my fingers, to professional dancer in seconds. For this, I had the few steps that Kendall taught me, and my vague skill in Just Dance, the rest fell to the fertile and dirty imaginati

I blurted out. “Um, yeah, it’s just easier that way.” Levi shrugged. “Everyone is stressed and we don’t want to make it worse.” Willow avoided eye contact with me. I fucking hated this. It was time for Julian’s set to start. It sounded so good! He just kept getting better. “You wanna dance?” Levi asked Willow. My heart sank when she nodded. They went out to the dance floor happily. At first it was just normal dancing and then Levi spun Willow around and started grinding on her from behind. It was disgusting!

"And how in the devil do we do it?" Valeria smoothed a deep breath. "We give him what he wants." Neon lights pulsed above, an unearthly radiance on the twisted body wall of dancing bodies twisting over the dance floor. Valeria shouldered her way through the cluster of dancers on the floor, every nerve of sensation stretched to the screaming point. Her black, form-fitting dress clung to her, and staccato impacts of heels against the floor followed each step. Sebastian waiting, watching. She did know.

Jessa yelled at the top of her voice, as she doused herself with a bottle of blood mary, staining her revealing yellow outfit. Charvie body moved in rhythm to the DJ's infectious beats, twerking and whining her waist when necessary, until she felt a strong arm, pressed tightly around her waist, and she was pulled into a rock-hard chest, getting rocked by something hard and weird, and the cheers went on.

James takes my hand and leads me onto the crowded dance floor, expertly navigating us through the swaying bodies. “I love this song,” I gush, the pulsating bass of Avicii’s “Wake Me Up” filled the tap, and I couldn’t resist swaying to the beat. The alcohol in my veins added a warm buzz as James joined me on the dance floor. He attempted a box step, but his movements were comically stiff. “Are you not much of a dancer?” I tease, arching a brow. He looks mock offended, pulling a face before he shakes his head, a large smile lighting up his face. “No … is it that obvious?” he asks, leaning closer to me. I shake my head. “No … well kinda,” I bite my lip as I continue to sway to the beat, letting