Keep On Dancing Novels & Stories

he says with a wink. I look over to Johnny who has his jaw clenched, staring daggers at Damon. Damon pulls me to my feet, swirls me around and leads me straight to the dancefloor. Once on the floor we start shaking our hips to the beat of the music. We join a large circle of people who all seem to know Damon. Damon is a great dancer. He teaches me his best hip- hop and breakdance moves, which I replicate with ease. I am having so much fun. The DJ releases water cannons, which aim straight for us. Within seconds we are soaked, our clothes and hair sticking to our bodies. The circle opens up and it is my turn to show off my moves. My dorky childish side takes over and I do every move from the

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

"From this moment on, you are my everything." The orchestra began to play a familiar tune, and Dmitry led her out onto the dance floor. They swayed together under the stars, their bodies moving in perfect unison. He was strong and protective, guiding her through each step, while she felt light as air in his arms. As they danced, she could feel the love and commitment that flowed between them, a connection that went deeper than anything she had ever known.

bodega with the cat that is three parts lion, the nail salon two doors down that is always playing a true crime podcast at a low murmur, a teenager on a skateboard practicing a trick like persistence is oxygen. I buy a second apple because the first one was a betrayal and I am stubborn. I come home feeling more like a person and less like a cursor blinking without a sentence.

One drunk night with my best friend's brother, Eddie Sutton, and I became his secret girlfriend. Eight years later, my family finally snapped. They gave me a deadline and lined up a guy for me to marry. "Eddie, my family gave me a deadline. I have to get married this year." He went quiet, then kissed my forehead. Same old answer. "Just wait a little longer." Not long after, I found a post from his intern, Gina Yapp. The photo was of her and Eddie's marriage license. Caption: [CEO secured.] What I couldn't get in eight years, she got in three months. I swallowed the bitterness and hit Like. Then I commented: [Congrats. Wishing you both a happy life.] After that, I accepted the w

Guess who’s standing at the front row now? “Let’s dance! Put on your dancing shoes, Lose your mind in the way we move. Hands up high, feel the music drop, Once we start, we ain't gonna stop!” My phone beeps in my pocket. I ignore the first one. Until it’s beeping again. And again.

It was Amanda calling insistently. I didn't want to listen or talk to anyone. Nor be bothered. He turned off his cell phone and drank his whiskey in silence.

of gold, I wouldn’t mind having, But dancing with you – that I’ll never do! Hao, Hao, come dance with me, A silken shirt so I will give you. A silken shirt, I would gladly have, But dancing with you – that I’ll never do! Listen up, Hao Kim, You get off your horse, and start dancing!

Ava wasn’t sure which. They all downed another bottle of beer before a slow song came on. Hawk said it was called, You’re Still the One by Shania Twain. He liked the song and asked Ava to dance. It had a romantic ring to it. Belle and Colt had stayed at the booth. Nut shells crushed beneath their feet as they made their way to the front to the dance floor. Hawk wasn’t shy about putting his arms around her waist just like Ava wasn’t shy about putting her arms around his neck. They began to sway with other couples on the dance floor.

Damon announces. I groan. I did not know we were going to have to dance. This was not run past me. When my mother’s favourite song comes on, tears run down my face once more. Song… Elvis Presley Can’t help falling in love… Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you? Beckett and I join hands and walk over to the dance floor. I lay my head on Beckett’s chest and he wraps his arms around me…