Nerdy Dancer Novels & Stories

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

I said clutching my stomach and arching my back. Both Adrien and Brittney looked at me. Adrien annoyed that I have destroyed the mood and Brittney irritated that Adrien stopped. "Why is the nerd here?" Scoffed Britney with a look of disgust. "Did you came to watch you pervert?" "No, just imagining you to kissing makes me disgusted, and now that I actually saw the scenario, I just want it out of my head. I'm forever traumatized," I said. I stood up straight and rubbed my temple with my eyes closed. Sometimes you just need to take a break from people's imagination.

You could already see that Nora and Tiffany had gone off the scale as they had already been dragged onto the dance floor by some cute men. Deciding to walk onto the dance floor myself and start allowing the music flow within me and started to dance with the beat. It didn't take long until I felt some strong hands on my waist and dancing with me. I didn't mind since I was just here to have some fun. So being slightly tipsy, I decided to dance very erotically with this specific male, seeing he had beautiful blue eyes and he was a cutie. I couldn't help but be carefree at this moment. It was a feeling that I long for in my life, especially when you had parents who always wanted you to be a cert

I can't make a mistake with that scent. It's already too late and impossible to resist because his hand was already around my waist, supporting me as we walk all the way to the dance floor. "Hero Yves and Alyana Yvonne on the dance floor everyone! The almost Mr. and Mrs. Veneracion but never did" the disc jockey jovially announced. A round of applause and cheers followed, it's deafening in that case, but it didn't bother me, what disturbs me at the moment was how can I slip on this act if I don't know how to dance?! Slow panic started to trail on my spine.

I didn't know what exactly they had discussed about me but I stood there as the decoration wife I was meant to be. "You are truly a Belle." Nick said and turned to introduce the lady beside him, who gave Christian a peck immediately she saw him. "This is Natasha, Belle." He introduced her. "My wife." I nodded at the very tall woman and she acknowledged me too. "It's very nice to meet you Belle." She said. "We've surely heard a lot about you." I smiled, wondering what exactly Christian had said to them about me. After a few more conversations, Nick dragged his laughing wife to the dance floor and I wondered if their marriage was also a fake like mine. If they were only being actors too on a s

He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment but pressed onward. "Why, thank you young man! As i'm sure you're aware, i am Evin Ordas, bard extraordinaire and this young lady is Isbella, my apprentice and near-daughter" Evin, true to his bard roots, spoke grandly as if still proforming for a crowd, gave a flourish of his colorful cloak and gave Boro a deep bow right back. "Hello, and thank you sir, I think my near-father and I could both definitely use these drinks" She spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious. She took Boro's offered drink and smiled sweetly at him causing him to blush even harder.

Right then they were the softest shade of grey making the black rim around them prominent. By the time the first song ended, a lot of people had joined us on the dance floor. I could see Gia, Harper and Amy with their mates. Then there were Alpha Hunter and Misha. I could even see Alpha Luther and his Luna Sheryl dancing to the music. I would never have pegged Alpha Luther for a dancer what with his almost scary look complete with a bald head, dark beady eyes and large beard. But then again, Luna Sheryl was much too bubbly to simply stand around and watch while others danced. I felt happy seeing all my friends happy. Just as we were getting down from the fast filling dance floor, someone ran

And two, because they have the talent. That, I couldn’t deny. Girls swoon as they perform in every school event. With their synchronized move, they are really incredible. Well, that is if they are on stage. Because when they aren’t, they really piss me off. I mean Hunter Looney. He is the main dancer and I might admit that he is really the best dancer of them seven. I might like him if he dances all day and stops pestering on me. Unfortunately, that never did happen. In everyday that the Lord made, Hunter would find brand new ways to pester me.

Once I made my choice, I glanced to the corner table where, sure enough, my best friends were waiting. Jaden spotted me first. He’s tall, Black, queer as hell, and is literally the most sociable person I know. Even the popular kids tolerate him...sometimes. Today he's wearing a cropped lavender hoodie. He waved dramatically like we hadn’t seen each other in years instead of twenty minutes. “Girl, get over here before I whoop your ass,” he called to me, loud enough that a couple of other students turned around. I dropped my tray next to his with a clatter. “You’re so extra, I swear.”

The village head, an old alpha with scars mapping his entire face, bellows into the primitive sound-caster, announcing the start of the ritual. Darius’s pack goes first. Nyra steps onto the stage in ornate, ceremonial silks. She dances with a practiced, feline elegance—everything is precise, calculated, and entirely soulless. The elders clap, but it’s polite. The air feels thin, dead. Then, it’s our turn. "Dance until your lungs burn," I command my pack-mates.