Loud House Dance Novels & Stories

“Fine. You can come. But I’m specifically requesting a room with two beds. No funny business.” Archibald puts both hands up. “No funny business, I promise.” As she drains the last of her beer, the music fades out to something quieter, and the DJ leans into the mic again. “This one’s for all the couples out there. Let’s slow things down a little! Now’s the time to grab your lover and come on out to the dance floor.” He presses a few buttons, and then a slow ballad starts playing. Isabella vaguely recognizes it—maybe from a drama she watched a long time ago.

The reception area was lively as the newlywed couple and the guests partied in lively music. The old and young danced on the dance floor, swaying their bodies in the upbeat beat. Everyone was laughing merrily. The joyous atmosphere in the air was contagious that it dispelled my depressed feelings. Lucas' eyes lit up. He immediately dragged me to the dance floor. There was upbeat funk jazz music played that made even the old people dance. The guests and the newly married couple went to the center. Some were in groups laughing as they swayed together with the beat.

His warm breath brushes against my ear as he softly murmurs, "Come on." I slide out of the booth, lost for words, as he takes my hand. His words compel me to comply, as if under a spell or hypnotized. He leads me toward a group of people dancing in the center of the diner. Waitresses move tables out of the way, rolling their eyes as more people join in. It's a unique occurrence at the Old Road Diner – people just love to dance here. Maybe it's the retro ambiance or the great sound system, but these impromptu dance parties are quite common. Lucien takes my hands and spins me around to the music, grinning widely as I laugh. After dancing for a while, a K-pop song begins, and Zaven screams. He

Lockwood turns her head toward the DJ and nods her head and then the DJ makes an announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen could you please clear the dance floor for Jennifer and Chase to have a spotlight dance with the partner of their choosing.” A what? Spotlight dance? So, it will just be me, Chase, Jen, and Greg on the dance floor? Did they know about this? Is that what the four of them were talking about when Chase started looking around for me?

I asked, struggling to hear over the loud music in the bar. "Never mind," Louisa quickly changed the subject, grabbing my hand, "Let's go dance!" "I'm not sure..." I hesitated. But Louisa was already dragging me onto the dance floor, "Don't be scared, it's just dancing!" As I looked around, I noticed everyone dancing with different styles, but all of them seemed to be having a great time. The live music was infectious, and I found myself loosening up and swaying to the beat, a smile spreading across my face.

“Adam has a business meeting at one of his clubs tomorrow night. It's the Loud House. That’s all you’re getting. I grinned wider. “See? That wasn’t so hard. “Lily,” she snapped. “Do not get caught. And for God’s sake, don’t expose me.” I rolled my eyes. “I won’t.” Then she hung up. The Next Night – The Loud House The club was packed. I stepped in, feeling my short, tight dress slip up my thighs. I had one focus, to find Adam. I instantly spotted him sitting with his men in the VIP section. He looked handsome in his suit. I weaved through the crowd, walking up the stairs to the private bar when he stood up and headed toward the back hall. I followed him to the men's restroom.

Lydia yelled while grabbing our hands and pulling us over to the dance floor. We began dancing like mad ones, not caring about anything in our drunken state moving our bodies, shaking our hips in a sexy way attracting every single man on the dance floor. The music is all nineteen nineties but we're dancing like it's jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as we change sides. We're all grins, we look like idiots and we don't care. Inside we're just happy, happy, and more alive than we can ever be. I feel the part of me that's really me comes out to play, to feel the vibe of the music, and let my body go free. I notice a blonde guy moving closer towards Lydia from her behind while dancing and m

“Don’t be stupid, Karl. I know you mean it. Don’t say it.” He was holding a glass of champagne he hadn’t drunk. He set it down on the bar, and his eyes filled, and he said: “Okay. I’m not going to cry at you. I’m going to find my wife.” He went. I stayed at the bar for another minute before Harrison came up behind me. “Dance with me, Estelle.” “The floor is empty, Harrison.” “So we break it in. Come on.” He took my hand. He led me out onto the wooden floor under the string lights. The trio had shifted into something slow with a piano and brushes on the drum.

"It's her decision so we should respect it." "Thank you, son." Marissa smiled at him and they both hugged themselves. "This party is getting boring so why not spice it up!" Kendra's voice sounded through the microphone. "It's time to dance!" She whispered into the DJ's ear and soon, 'shut up and dance by walk the moon started playing. "That's my jam!" Lorenza jumped and started dancing with Hope. Soon, the hall turned into a dancehall. Lorenzo grabbed my hand we both started dancing. He twirled me around and clapped his hands before catching me.

He looked at me, his expression quite difficult to read. "That is how to act like a newly wedded couple, Belle." He said. Turning away from his gaze, I placed by chin on his shoulder and allowed him to continue to sway me to the rhythm of the music. A lot of pictures were taken of us as others in attendance stared, wondering who I was dancing with Christian Martin. "You shouldn't do that Christian." I said, keeping my voice low. "You had no right to do that" "Don't get ahead of yourself. It was just a kiss. One to show that we are together, nothing more." He reminded me.