Mine Dancer Novels & Stories

Philip frowned as he thought about anything else he could do to let that bitch know not to mess with him. Maddy was in a restaurant having a light lunch, her morning sickness had passed and she was always hungry. “Good day miss, it’s full in here can I sit with you?” A soft feminine voice came from behind Maddy’s back. “Sure, let me clear the space for you.” Maddy picked up her laptop, closed it and put it in her bag. She shifted a few things to allow the lady to have her space. “Thank you. Your face looks familiar.” “Oh, I used to work in a club as a dancer,

" Marcus said to Maddie through the mind link. She looked at him, her curiosity growing. Was her earlier assumption somewhat true? 'Ok... Meet you on the dance floor! She replied through the mind link and went off to find Dana. She found her quickly as she sat at the bar chugging down glass after glass. "Whoa easy on the drinks." She said, taking the glass she held in her hands. "Look…..Marcus agreed to dance with me." Maddie said watching her friend very carefully, not missing the tiny flicker of hurt in them. "But he said only if you joined.."

She noticed and… didn’t stop. When the music changed, Ethan gestured toward the dance floor. “Care to?” Naomi glanced at Damon. She smiled at Ethan. “Sure.” Damon watched her walk away. He didn’t move but his eyes tracked every step she took, every turn, every laugh. Naomi danced easily, her hand resting lightly in Ethan’s. She laughed at something he said, leaned closer, spun once when the music called for it. When the song ended, Ethan leaned down and whispered something to her.

I mutter, eyes locked on a familiar figure on the dance floor below us. The lady in red dances to the music, hands in the air as she effortlessly moves with the music. A few men try to talk to her, but she waves them off. She dances like there’s nobody out there, like she’s in her little bubble trying to escape the cruel world. It’s her. Robyn Denver. Dressed in a sexy little red dress that exposes a decent amount of skin. Her hair is wavy, cascading down her back like a veil. Her olive skin glows underneath the blue and red lights as she dances.

She pointed at the screen, trying to summon blue fire, trying to move the ice—nothing happened. “The power is in the dance, Maya!” the woman yelled. “The Board is measuring your movement! If your heart matches the music, the machines will stop!” It hit her—this whole thing was a nightmare game. She wasn’t fighting a monster. She was the clockwork. If she messed up, her friends died. She forced herself back into motion. Every move was desperate now. She launched into a triple jump. One. Two. Three. She landed, but her bad leg gave out. She crashed, sliding across the ice, stopping at the woman’s feet.

Damon watched the video with the sound off. He didn’t need audio to understand the shape of it. The camera phone footage was grainy, a smear of color and bodies under club lights, but the frame kept snapping back to her. Mya—smiling in a way he hadn’t seen in years—moved across the dance floor in the arms of a man he didn’t recognize. Not a client. Not one of the city’s ornamental heirs who cluttered charity galas. A stranger with workman’s shoulders and an easy, infuriating steadiness. They weren’t pressed indecently close, they weren’t putting on a show for the crowd, and somehow that made Damon’s stomach twist harder. It looked effortless, unmanufactured. Real.

Halfway there, the dancer licked her lips and flipped onto her back, arching, and grinding the air as she slithered backwards towards Cassie. Stopping directly in front of Cassie, the dancer rolled onto her stomach and arched upwards using her arms as support, and with fluid motion, she popped up and onto her butt, balancing her body as she spread her legs wide in the air. Cassie admired the black, feathered, boudoir heels pointed towards the ceiling, but intrigue drew her gaze back to the stunning masked woman's face. Their eyes locked in an erotic moment. Smiling with devilish intent, the dancer reached out and tenderly placed one hand on each side of Cassie's face and then forcefully pull

He nudged his head forward and I followed his gaze. Before us was a petite woman, in a black dress, and small round face, and those high cheekbones. She was grinning, her black eyes were a bit weird to stare at. Her hands were crossed at her back, and she did a little dance, lifting her feet and twirling with her toes. She stopped and grinned at me. “Alpha Damon.” She muttered, her voice was sharp and tiny. She looked young, and I would have mistaken her for a teenager. “I’m quite old. Alpha Damon. I know I look young because of my body, but I’m twenty-five.” She smiled softly, she did her little dance again.

Dyan felt really upset when they were not able to continue what they were doing a while ago so when they were pushed into the room, she had taken the light. She started swaying her hips and when she saw that the man’s look had changed, she had taken the first move. She swayed her hips and she seduced him. All men are the same for her, all they want was to have sex with a woman who will submit with their wishes but she is different. She would get a man to submit to what she wants and it always makes her feel good when they beg for it.

The man we just met was Alexander's worst enemy? How dangerous was he? Because if he stood as a threat to Alexander, he was definitely dangerous. I said nothing else as I walked quietly with him to the dance floor. As I rested my hand on Alexander's shoulder, his warm fingers wrapped around my waist, drawing me into the rhythm of the waltz. The music swelled, and we moved as one, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony. The glittering chandeliers above cast a dazzling glow. I tried focusing my gaze on the chandeliers instead of his eyes.