Michael Jackson Dancing The Dream Book Novels & Stories

"God, she's so hot!" "Right? This is great, man!" "I'm going to sleep with her someday! Hah, I'm sure she wouldn't even resist with a personality like hers, right?" "Hahaha, got that right!" Hearing their unabashed words, my movements started to become even more daring. With a fluid motion, I took off my camisole, leaving a thin bra left on my upper body. Hooking it with a single finger, I threw it to one of the men watching below the stage. He pounced onto it like a predator hungry for prey and buried his face into it, inhaling it as if he was intoxicated.

Soon, a low, vibrating hum filled the air. He brought the device to my ankle and slid it upward. The tingling sensation surged through me, reaching deep within me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. "This is the second session. The vibration helps stimulate the energy within you and get it moving." Henry ran the vibrating toy from my ankle to my knee, then to my inner thighs. He held the device there, continuously circling the area. The intense vibrations kept stimulating me, making me tremble from head to toe. Even the ball beneath me began to vibrate, and my body started to rise and fall rapidly.

she winked back at me, "tell me Apollo, what moves do you know? Crotch grab, Moonwalk, anti-gravity lean?” This comment caused an almost endless laughing fit in both of us, the image she had formed in her mind was so absurd that it was impossible not to laugh. " You know a lot of moves, for someone who doesn't like Michael Jackson," I managed to control myself. " Professional dancer, did you forget? " she looked at me with the corner of her eyes in the middle of a small smile " besides, I never said I don't like Michael Jackson, you were wrong about me. My first dance performance at St. Monica's was a re-reading of What a Feeling, by Irene Cara, and I did very well.”

Damien chuckled as he held her waist firmly, his silver eyes staring deep into her soul. The maestro began playing the piano filling the room with sweet melodies. "Do you know the waltz.." Damien asked as he swayed with Madeline, free-styling with her. Madeline nodded slightly as she followed his movement, she read about it in a book. " I read it once in a book.. a bit difficult.." Madeline answered as she followed Damien's lead, she wasn't used to dancing like this. "Hmm just follow my lead..." Damien turned his feet slightly, smiling devilishly, making Madeline shudder.

I took a breath, turned slightly, and said to Patrick with practiced grace, "I was waiting for a better conversation. Goodnight." Then, I walked, no, glided, toward Lawrence. The way the night should've started. Or maybe the way it was always meant to end. He held out his hand before I reached him. "Dance with me?" It wasn't a question. Not really. I nodded. And in that moment, the rest of the room faded, because the only thing that mattered now was the way his hand found mine, the way our bodies moved to the rhythm of something far older than the music playing.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

I smiled and let him sway me around to the music in his mind, my curiosity got the best of me as I really want to know the song that was playing in his mind since he saw me, “I wish there is music.” The whole field lighted up and I could see a music band, I can’t believe this, before I could finish awing on that, a tune started playing, it was jazz but a song I know all too well. It was Michael Jackson’s Lady in my life, one of my most favorite of his songs. I looked up at Adrian and he repeated, “can I have this dance?” “Did you plan all these?” I couldn’t help but ask. “If I say yes, then will I have this dance?” I nodded and he smiled, “then yes, a special dance for a special someone.”

He said before holding my hand and put it above his shoulders, then he guided me towards the center, and we slowly danced together with the soft music. And while dancing, I realized who he was. He was that jerk who asked if I need company earlier. The one I ignored. And with a heavy heart because of the scene I just witnessed, I can't believe that I found myself dancing with a jerk.

She would have loved to keep practicing, but she remembered Dominic’s admonition not to overdo it, so she forced herself to stop. She sat down on her bed and picked the book up again. Just because she was done practicing didn’t mean she couldn’t do some reading. She wondered if the book had anything in it about wizard dreams. Flipping to the back section, which dealt with magic other than spells, she was pleased to find she had opened to the exact page she was seeking—the beginning of a chapter about dreams.

I say carefully sitting on the couch closest to me; afraid I will make it dirty since I have dirty clothes on. Leaning back against the high back of the couch as I start to slowly warm and I find myself fighting my fluttering eyelids; besides becoming warmer, Black Jack makes me feel safe now that I am sure he won't treat me badly. I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber.