Pink Venom Dance Novels & Stories

an acidic swirls of motion poured into bright colors with a fetching, petite frame. Frostveil's back in her corner, hair disheveled, dripping with sweat and work, the fatigue and panic in her body fighting on what to do next. I'm still burning everything in my tank, every nerve alight with electricity and venom. I rush her and she doesn't have the energy to fight back. I rolled on top her body, paralyzing her limbs, until my knee is locked around her throat and my hands were wrenching her neck. We fell. The announcer screams 'Viper Pit.' He's right. That's the name of this form. There's just me locking her up on the mat and she is exactly where I want her, forehead pressed to mine, gazing in

But this wasn’t just a fight anymore; it was a cold, brutal dance. The musky scent of the creatures we fought hung around covering the scent of blood. Beneath the flickering gaslight, shadows danced like wraiths, making it hard to discern friend from foe. A guttural snarl echoed in the cave as Danni spun to the right. I mirrored her, my own boots scraping against the grimy cobblestones as I moved left, the rough wool of my tunic brushing against my skin. The *thwack* of a blade meeting something solid rang out as I intercepted a vampire lunging at Danni's exposed flank. A moment later, a chilling hiss erupted behind me, and I felt the cold rush of air as another attacker tried to slip past.

Sometimes I'm scared it might go wrong and I would be left behind all alone. I backed away when the light went out. Then S&M by Rihanna played in the background. Cause I maybe bad But I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air I don't care I love the smell of it It was the woman in blackleather. She was still wearing her half mask and now she was holding a rope? She was dancing infront of Zach while he was frozen into place. Her black hair was really long. Her heels are too high. Sticks and stones May break my bones

Chapter 3 The dance Allyson Strangely enough, today I feel much prettier than usual. This lingerie really suits me. I'm a bit darker and the light pink contrasts with my skin very well. I'm doing pole dance moves. I go up and down on my head to the sound of "Real" by Ki-Si Yang. A very sexy song from my playlist.

“Vivi is in the isolation chamber. The genetic mask is stable. To anyone looking through the internal sensors, there are two Davina Quintons in this house—one on the dance floor, and one retreating to the private study. Peony is already tracking both signals.” Their conversation was cut short as a figure detached itself from the crowd. Peony, still disguised as 'Pamela,' moved toward them with a fluid, haunting elegance. Her purple gown seemed to swallow the light, and her lace mask gave her an otherworldly, predatory appearance. “A beautiful dance, Davina,” Peony said, her voice a silk-wrapped threat that carried over the music. “But a waltz is such a… predictable structure. Don’t you find

She said still with her smile, as she quietly took the seat. ‎“The celebrations may now commence” I commanded and in a twinkle of an eye a group of dancers strided in to perform a traditional Vikland dance. ‎ ‎As the dance commenced, I looked at Porsha hoping to see the smallest glimpse of remorse but to my surprise, there were none, infact she was sipping on a glass of wine while watching the dance. ‎Bile rose in the back of my throat as I stared at her, not because I was mad at the fact that she was happy but because she thought it was fun to ridicule me.

She tried to make her soulmate, Philly, change from his killing ways since his heart has been cold. She succeeded and try to teach him a secret dance she didn't show Nora. Teaching Philiy the steps one after the other makes Daisy happy. Everything was normal until Philiy disappeared one night and came back more dangerous than before and to Daisy surprised, he has magic. An old dangerous powerful Ninja resurface claiming Philly as hers and would stop at nothing to get him. Craig returned more deadly than before. Daisy has to prove her love for Philly with one Final Dance. A Dance With Daisy (My Cold Hearted Killer) Book 2

Does he really think he has every right to be mad at both of them? Does Davin think no man is permitted to dance or talk to her? Davin immediately took over from James, stretched forth his hand for Ivana to take. She hesitated for a moment then took it slowly, sensation like spark of electricity rushed through her, she shiver hoping Davin would not notice. "I..... can't Dance" she mumbled somewhat disappointed, davin thought she was lying but when he saw the discomfort in her eyes and body language, he believed she was being honest.

The dance reached its climax, the drummers' pounding intensifying. Rryan rose from his throne, his eyes never leaving mine. "Come," he whispered, offering his hand. I took it, and he led me into the highly sexual Mayan Vampire dance. My body followed his lead, our bodies moved as one, lost in a primal sexual rhythm. As he moved closer to me his hard cock strained against the cloth barely holding it in, as he rubbed against my swollen pussy lips. My panties were soaked with my juices, and I wanted more.

She tells the Bartender, and she hands the shots to Cara's hand, who passed three shots to each of us, and we down them all. "Let's dance!" I say chuckling at Violet's expression. "Chicken." I laugh. We find ourselves on the dance floor and we dance. The tempo moves from goth to sensual, and I dance. I let go and I dance. "We need to pee, you coming?" Violet asks. "Nope." I say, dismissively. I keep on dancing till I feel eyes on me, then it's hands, I panic, I back up. "Get your fucking hands off me." I snap.