Pink Venom Dance Novels & Stories

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX

Tonight it is draped in deep burgundy and gold for my birthday, and the whole room smells like expensive perfume and the particular quality of a night going very well. Amara, it turns out, is a full-blown savage on the dance floor with zero inhibitions and a bottomless tolerance for tequila shots. She has matched me drink for drink since she arrived, which is bussin behaviour in the best possible way. She goes off on the dance floor like she was born to it, and every thirsty man in this club has clocked her within the first ten minutes and has been lurking near the floor like a saucy NPC ever since. She understood the assignment and earned extra credit without being asked.

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.

It was alot to agree to especially if what mavery said was true, being alone then putting yourself in the middle of twenty or so vampires would be an adjustment, for both of them “dance with me” mavery said into the silence to little ava, who blinked in surprise “here...now? I no longer dance like the old days sister” the little one said Mavery smiled snapping her fingers and a soft classical melody filled the room soft and almost sweet he couldn’t remember the name to this song but he knew it was one of mavery’s favorites. Slowly mavery unzipped the warrior’s pants from the sides, then as she handed the pants to someone they handed her a pink version of her own skirt she tied it slowly smil

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Tonight, Rin was putting on another show. The younger man was shirtless, wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants that barely clung to his narrow hips. His arms raised high, back arched, the sharp V lines of his pelvis dipping temptingly below the waistband. Messy black hair fell into his eyes, and his full lips were parted slightly as he moved. Damien’s cock thickened in his pants. He didn’t look away. Rin danced slowly to music Damien couldn’t hear, hips rolling in a way that was far too sensual for someone who thought he was alone. Then he turned toward the window, hands sliding down his own chest, teasing his nipples until they hardened.

Each of these men spends the value of an entire servant to purchase a ticket to a once-in-a-lifetime show. I step on the stage as carefully as I can. I can't let the vampires know that I'm injured or Vladimir will make my life a pure Hell. The room falls silent, all eyes fixed on me, the bodies of the men almost frozen. Vladimir snaps his fingers and the slow, sensual music booms from the speakers. Some women might feel shy standing in front of a crowd of men, but sadly, the sight is too familiar for me. Each of them eyes me with nothing but lust and desire burning in their eyes. I exhale and hold onto the pole beside me, slowly leaning my body back. Pole dancing had never appealed to me bef

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.

Very much like Nochten and its vampires to make even a dance something dull and restrained by decorum and order. Hidi was the opposite. Better. She tore through the dance floor like a storm, strong and unapologetically bold. Her dress took up space with every spin, the wide skirts flaring like banners in battle, the silk rustling like distant thunder. Vampires barely dodged in time, sidestepping or flinching as her hem swept past, brushing brocade and silks as though the fabric itself were a warning. Their faces went pale—paler than usual—eyes wide with the terror of being shoulder-checked and sent toppling across the marble floor like porcelain dolls.