Loud House Dance Novels & Stories

she asked in a merry voice, looking at the faces of the ladies. “Are we doing this now?” Nina asked in amusement, leaning back into her seat to watch with a wild smile. “I used to dance salsa in college” Louisa laughed “Play a Spanish music please!” she hollered at the waiter who nodded and moved out briefly, he came back in abruptly, and soon a Spanish sound filled the air. “Show us those moves you've got Louisa,” Eve screamed out with both palms encircled around her mouth like a megaphone.

Everyone congratulated us, and we all moved into the mansion for the reception party, just like the garden, the pack house was also decorated beautifully, Liam ushered me to the dance floor where we had our first dance, later on, some friends joined the dance, Greg asked Nana for a dance which she agreed to, and it was funny watching them dance together, it was all smiles today, and I never wanted it to end. We danced for an hour, switching partners occasionally, I danced with Dad, then with Greg, and also with Lincoln too, despite Liam's disapproval, but he could not do anything about it as the men insisted on it, I chuckled at his behavior. So possessive.

His lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. "Miss Wilfred," he greeted curtly. "Ryan." Ryan inclined his head. Sylvie nodded in return. Without another word, Lucas turned and led them inside. Sound hit first, the music was loud. Then light, flashes of color cutting through smoke and shadows. Bodies moved everywhere, pressed together, dancing without restraint. There were dancers on elevated platforms, their movements fluid and deliberate. Pole dancers twisted effortlessly, skin gleaming under the lights. Strippers moved between sections, laughter sharp and practiced.

"Shall we dance?" I reluctantly took his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. I still hated being touched. Mostly. Okay, Clive holding my hand, and it didn't bother me at all. Actually, it doesn't matter. The thing is, I could handle it. Intimidating, not intimidated. Dark, atmospheric music had a powerful bass that invigorated the horde. Bodies bounced and darted across the dance floor. Hollis ignored the crowd around us, pulled me into a tight hug, and then started the salsa. Mouth dry, I followed suit, taking him turn after turn.

It should be their choice and I was glad they finally made it. "I love you, Hazel Adams... To the moon and back, it always going to be you and our babies... Mind that plural..." I chuckled and kissed her head. "I love you too..." She whispered while her cheeks burned red and her whole body radiated heat. The music started to play and every single couple present in the packhouse started to dance with their partner while Hazle and I danced in the middle of the living room. I snaked my arm around her waist while her eyes closed as I closed the distance between us, leaving no space between us even for the air to pass.

Making everybody chuckle, Fariah chimed in, "Don't worry, what happens at holud nights stays at holud nights." When the photographers zoomed in on us as we ate, I felt like shoving some curry on their faces but decided against it. After we'd finished with our plates and held champagne glasses (full of Coca Cola, mind you) in our hands, the tables were noisily removed by the maids and the chairs were arranged with their backs against the longest wall, and the DJ climbed into his booth in the middle of the cleared floor. I recognised the familiar tune of 'Abhi Toh Party Shuru Hui Hain' beginning to buzz from the speakers. One by one, boys and girls made their way to the dance floor. West's bre

So I searched through the playlist Holland had here at his beachfront property. I laughed. He had all the old-school music we used to listen to in high school. I see how he still loves light rock and nineties music. I pressed the playlist entitled "Lovers." The surround sound played a nostalgic melody throughout the house. Later, I lit the candles, and I turned off the lights. I returned to the kitchen, swaying my hips to the soft music. Holland came downstairs and stood in the doorway, watching me move my hips. "Go sexy, that looks so good."

“Yeah? Guess that counters the bad mood you’re in.” “No need to bicker.” Edgard set down his bottle. “Come on, I’ll dance with you until your feet blister and the cows come home.” The bass line started for Jason Aldean’s “Hicktown” and Edgard swung her into position. Oh he was smooth. He glided them from one edge of the dance floor to the other, never missing a beat, never stepping on her toes, never once checking out any of the other female dancers. His focus was solely on her.

He presented his ID, and after a scan-through, he was allowed in. He had attended countless clubs in his life while he was back home, but none of them were quite like the Light House. It had a different type of energy and vibe, and it was dark and he could smell drugs, weed and cigarettes smell in the room. He immediately wondered why Elle would be in a place like this. What would she want here? A girl in thigh-high boots and a black leather dress stopping mid-thigh walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, moving up into his hair. “Hey, hottie, want to dance?”

Some of them had candelabras, while others had vases filled with blue and yellow flowers. A DJ was set up in one corner, and an open bar was stationed in another. The center remained clear to serve as a dance floor. Smells from the kitchen wafted in as chicken and sirloin were prepared for the hungry guests. After we were done, we brought everyone back in for dinner, toasts, and dancing. It all went by in a blur. Before I knew it, it was time for Lisa and Bob’s first dance. The DJ started playing “Forever and for Always” by Shania Twain. Bob held his hand out to Lisa. Lisa, all aglow, happily accepted his hand, and the two walked out together to the center of the dance floor.