Reaper Dance Novels & Stories

It took me a good three hours to teach the choreo to our most tensed-up persons— 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃 and 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁. Today we specifically came to the mall to make this one specific dance reel. 𝗞𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 is a dancer, so of course he pulled it like a pro. As for 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘆 and 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶 — they are naturals. At first, I thought Tanmay would NEVER contribute himself for reels, but this guy blew my mind when he joined me randomly on Ta Ta Ta remix with the Bollywood song Cheez Badi H Mast.

Quinn asks me as I finish drink five and she tosses back another tequila shot. I nod enthusiastically. “Oh we’re definitely gonna dance.” I turn to Reid, tilting my head to the side in question. “Dance with me?” He smiles, nodding toward the dance floor. “Go ahead. Maybe I’ll meet you out there.” I slide off of the stool, turning to Reid and arching a brow. “Maybe?” He laughs and delivers a little swat to my ass. “Go on.”

“Gorgeous.” Reaper’s eyes narrow in warning as he pulls Jade into the security of his arms. “She’s mine. Get your own.” He whispers with a pout. Jade snorts and rolls her eyes. “Okay, then. I know you two probably have some work to take care of. You have ten minutes.” She says with a scolding glare. Which is funny coming from someone so small and fragile. Jade is a very talented ballet dancer. We met last year during one of her performances. She and Reaper were going through some relationship issues, and Kazik was looking for a way to make Reaper hurt. That’s how Reaper and I were able to resolve our differences and became friends.

The sway of their body, the movement of their hips and legs that rise high, as if they were kicking an enemy, everything makes Rhea's heart pound even faster. The people shout jumbled words, but somehow, they match the rhythm, as the five warriors alternate between high kicks and spins. Suddenly, five more warriors land from their heels on the stage, mimicking the movements of the others with extreme precision. Rhea can barely blink, afraid she will miss some movements of the warriors, who turn the fights into an engaging dance. Unlike the traditional dance she danced in her Bonding Party, they're actually re-creating fighting movements, turning the beauty of combat into art. She's so excite

I exhaled slowly, confused as fuck but at the same time hiding the relief that I felt. The Reaper stepped closer, his eyes glinting as he looked at Camila. “You look beautiful Camila,” he said simply. She bowed her head shyly. “Thank you.” “Why don't you dance with your wife, Victor,” the Reaper ordered suddenly. Victor stiffened. “That won’t be—” One stern look from the Reaper shut him up. Without another word, Victor took Camila’s hand and led her to the dance floor.

Taide remained silent, gently holding me and swaying to the music, before finally responding, “I don’t know.” No more words were exchanged, and our dance went on until the music changed to something more upbeat. I was suddenly spun around swiftly. I found myself going through the crowd, unable to keep up with the many hands I was being passed through. Until finally, I landed in someone else’s arms. I looked up and locked eyes with Reigh’s. Liquid blue. I looked down to rid myself of the trance they put me in and stayed in his arms, letting him lead the dance for a short while.

What a woman. We downed the shots immediately and ordered for a refill which he brought again, his eyes all over Rhea. After downing them, we decided to dance. We headed for the dance floor that was filled with sweaty bodies. Just then, Hot girl summer by Megan Thee Stallion came on. Trinity and Rhea screamed in excitement, dancing along to the beat. I followed them as they pulled me deeper into the dance floor, creating a circle for us. We danced to the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm and shaking our asses.

He said and chuckled at his own words. "Your mother is here, Christian." Belle said to me and I looked around to find her talking to my father, uncle and cousin. "Well enjoy yourselves guys, we'll surely talk again before the ceremony is over. You owe me a dance Nat." "Sure thing. Come find me when you are ready." She replied. I saluted to her and walked away with Belle's hand in my free one. My mother was dressed in silver, the stones radiating with the light making her glow like the chandelier used to decorate the halls.

Date = 31 October Place = San Francisco (Reaper venue) POV - Damion I swing her lightly onto the dance floor, a playful spin that ends with her pressed right in front of me. Face-to-face with the 5-foot-4, heart-stopping, stubborn-as-hell beauty. The kind of woman who could ruin a man with a look and then ask him why he’s bleeding. The music hasn’t even started yet, but the air between us already feels thick — like the room’s holding its breath.

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.