Loud House Dance Novels & Stories

It was everything I asked for come to life. Once in the middle of the floor Lug puts one hand on my waist and takes my hand in his other one. When the music starts to play we start a dance Merigold taught me the two step. Then Lug starts singing Chris Stapleton’s ‘ Millionaire’ to me. I let Lilly have full charge of the music when we hired a D.J. since to me she was the expert. But I never would have thought Lug would sing to me during our first dance. I have always known my Lug was the sweetest man ever but this just proves it even more. I felt my heart skip a beat in a good way. I had to fight the tears even though they were happy tears.

Ask her to dance with him when the music by Dan Hill with the title Never Thought (That I Could Love) played. Few hours later the party was over.

" Yeah, you all looking good, ladies said Mike, staring at Charlotte with a smirk. “Cherry asked, “Hey! Tiana, you girls want to leave? We can if you want to." “No... It's all good." Tiana looked at Zeke, can we come in, Williamson " “Sure, babe! She stopped and groaned at him. We all are walking in. Wow, I gasp, look at this house. It is so big. We saw a House full. The bodies were bumping and grinding on the dance floor, dancing to Laffy Taffy by D4L. I love this song!

“Just helping her with some things around the house, Ty. Don't think too much about it.” “You guys spend an unhealthy amount of time for just ‘helping’ though.” Joffery added, a smug smile crossing his face. The loud, upbeat intro of The Kid Laroi’s “Girls Just Wanna Dance” suddenly blasted from the speakers downstairs. I was about to press him—when the music made us pause. We shared a quick look and headed out of the room immediately. The living room had been transformed into an impromptu dance floor. Furniture pushed slightly aside, morning light streaming through the big windows, and there they were, Lucille and Flora mid-dance, fully in the moment.

Dorothy and Sebastian looked steady as ever, moving in quiet rhythm. Ledger came up beside me with two glasses of juice. “You’re not hiding from the dance floor, are you?” “Maybe,” I said, taking one. He grinned. “Too bad. I already told Elaine we’d join the next one.” I groaned, but he was already pulling me toward the center. The music switched to something fast, and suddenly we were surrounded… Liam spinning Elaine, Dorothy laughing, Quentin trying (and failing) to match Luke’s moves. Dad even clapped along at the side.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

Ella concurs with her friend's idea. They bid their farewell before they enter the main door of the huge mansion. Inside there are a lot of expensive ornaments that are hanging from the ceilings and the walls. There is a sound system in front of the hall with a disc jockey playing disco music and disco lights in each corner of the hall. People standing in the massive hallway chatting and getting to know each other even though there is a loud noise coming from the huge speakers all over the hall.

She chuckled. And upon seeing that the clock had struck 6 p.m, we started getting dressed. Slightly applied make up, and hit the sidewalk. We headed to one of the biggest dance halls in school, that always held functions as big as the bash. The music was on full blast. And as soon as one entered, they could see the snack platters and drinks assembled on the long table. "It's going to be a long night," I yelled at Abby, who only decided to simply nod than yell back a response. As the music was at a deafening level.

" Harold mused, with a slight grin. As night fell, Lizzy and her friends whisked Harold off to the club. It was a wild evening, and Harold found himself completely immersed, momentarily forgetting the pain and worries that had burdened him. Entering the club with gusto, Lizzy encouraged Harold to join her on the dance floor. "Come on, Harold, dance with me," she urged. "I'm about as graceful as a giraffe on roller skates, Lizzy," Harold confessed, twirling his finger in the air dramatically. Come on, let's see if we can invent a new dance move," Lizzy joked, dragging him onto the dance floor despite his funny excuse.

Stop hurting. When ‘It’s Like Summer’ by LUX starts playing, both of us immediately lose whatever sanity we have left. Sav grabs my hands dramatically. “Dance therapy.” I laugh loudly while letting myself get pulled around the room. We dance horribly. Sing loudly. Jump around like teenagers. And for a few precious minutes, I actually feel free. The song finally ends. Both of us collapse laughing onto the couch. Then the sound of the apartment door shutting echoes through the room. I freeze instantly as Sav grins.