Nerdy Dancer Novels & Stories

Eyes glowed in the dark corners. “Wow,” I yelled, leaning toward Tyler. “This place is insane!” He grinned proudly and led us to a table tucked just close enough to the dance floor. Nyra sat immediately, already nodding her head to the beat. Her mood seemed lighter, like the music was pulling her out of whatever hole she’d been in. Tyler headed to the bar. “I feel like standing,” Nyra said suddenly. “I want to dance.” I frowned. “Don’t. You know I don’t know how to dance. I’ll just be here looking stupid by myself.”

“You don’t think it’s weird that we’re literally in the same club?” Adrian ignored me, watching Dante wave a hand toward a dancer approaching the edge of the stage. My phone pinged again. Dante: I sent someone your way. I thought Adrian could use some entertainment. And hope you enjoy the distraction. Distraction? I looked up. A dancer in glittering lingerie moved toward Adrian. Her eyes were locked on him. She stopped right in front of him, smiling like she already owned his soul. “You’re Adrian, right?” she said, smiling.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

The last name made more sense to me than others. During the end of the second week, the three Js ran into my room and closed the laptop which I was working on. The look on their faces was mischievous and I could tell they were up to something bad or had done something bad. “Out with it, guys, I can’t have three photocopy stare directly at me. It causes confusion,” I said to them with the most boring look I could pull out. “Put on your dancing shoes girl cause Luke Power is dead!” Jack announced loudly and happily.

Kalisha’s POV I drag N to the dance floor as one of my favorite songs blast through the speakers. Feeling the bass in my heart. Hearing the sexual lyrics while dancing with my handsome boyfriend empowers me to do freaky moves on him. I’m not the only one who’s thinking that, there are other women whining and grinding on guys. My mom and her guests don’t really care how erotic it gets on the dance floor. They’re just talking among themselves and having their own good time.

he shrugs and keeps dancing, and then he stops behind Eden and whispers in his ear, "Dance with me," Eden ignores Hunter's protests and swears, and follows Harvey to the middle of the dancefloor. He tries to copy other people's movements and joins his boss in his dance. In a matter of seconds, his body starts moving at the beat rhythm. In a nightclub, it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not, you just need to enjoy the music and let yourself go.

"I smiled at him, and he returned it timidly. Elmer passed me next to Tommy. He was grinning, holding a red rose. He bowed in front of me while offering the flower to me. I giggled, and I took it from him. Tommy is nine years old but almost as tall as I am. I laughed when the DJ played hip-hop music, like father like son. But my eyes widened when he started to dance. "Oh my god!!! I shrieked in surprise. He dances like he doesn't have a bones. Everyone is clapping their hands, watching Tommy dance. He also did break dancing, and I giggled when he started twerking his butt while I stood there clapping my hand.

In the center stood a massive round table packed with people. My gaze swept the assembly, involuntarily landing on a radiant figure at the head. Shannon looked more mature now. Her skin glowed under subtle makeup, her lithe frame draped in a chic ensemble that screamed affluence. Her legs elegantly crossed as admirers orbited her like planets. Beside her lounged a strapping young man in flashy clothes. It was not Hunter Ward, but a fresh face. Apparently, her arm candy had upgraded. A brief hush fell before a tipsy guy spotted me. "Whoa, look who is here? Isn't that Shannon's former simp?"

Dylan asked And I don't know why but i felt free,like i didn't have a dare in the world and i dragged Dylan to the dancefloor and i let myself go,i swayed my hips from left to right and danced like i owned the world,i climbed to the top of the coffee table and continued to dance,i started feeling hot and i took off my jacket,to reveal a tiny top i wore an the guys went wild,they were shouting and whistling and i was happy and continued to dance "Give me 'work' by Rihanna" i screamed and in no time i heard the song playing from the speakers and i started twisting my waist and i started twerking. I kept drinking and i was happy,i saw kyle staring at me from a distance and it only motivated me

But he didn’t see them. Then he saw him. Alpha Dylan stood on a raised platform at the far end of the square, his arms folded across his chest. He wore a black tunic embroidered with the cachet from his own pack, the Steel Howl Pack, his broad frame radiating dominance. The grin on his face was slow, deliberate, as if he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. “Look who finally decided to join us,” Alpha Dylan’s voice boomed, thick with mockery. The crowd fell silent, every eye turning to Sage.