Reaper Dancing Novels & Stories

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

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 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

Let the music pulse through me while his hands roamed like they were mapping skin for science. He leaned in again. “You always dance like this with strangers?” “Only when they smell like bad decisions.” Jay grinned. “Best kind.” His hand slid higher, skimming beneath the hem of Rhea’s borrowed dress. My breath caught, but I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. Rhea caught my eye from across the floor. Raised her drink and winked like a proud mother hen watching her chick finally hatch into sin. Jay’s fingers dipped low. My hips rolled to meet him, shameless. He pressed his forehead to mine.

I said, laughing already. “This should be good,” Roman muttered next to me. Music started playing—from where, I still don’t know—and suddenly the twins were dancing like their lives depended on it. Silly, exaggerated moves. Arm flails, foot stomps, dramatic head tilts. Little Ruby was clearly giving it more flair, but Rhett had determination. “This is hilarious,” I said, barely holding my phone steady as I filmed. “I think Little Ruby dances more,” Helen whispered. Rhett caught that, mid-spin. “Oh, you think so?” He switched his footwork on the spot. “Check this out!” he shouted, breaking into something that looked like breakdancing—if breakdancing had been invented by a hyper six-year-old w

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

This plan had to work. The music shifted into something a bit more upbeat, and two girls dressed in traditional Irish dresses danced and leaped their way into the plaza. Rae gasped and covered her mouth. She recognized them, of course. They were two of the best dancers at her studio. Their mother had been very helpful, loaning out her daughters to surprise Miss Rae.

And I smiled even wider, as Reese’s eyes sparkled with delight as she matched my steps. “Dance like nobody’s watching. Just us and the stars.” She smiled as she swayed to the music, her laughter blending with the melodies that surrounded us. As the moon cast its shimmering light upon a dancing Reese, I found myself in a moment of pure enchantment. The rhythm of the crashing waves matched the beating of my heart as she moved in perfect harmony.

He wasn't waiting for the bus anymore. He wasn't waiting for the rain to stop. He was just... dancing. He moved his feet. A small shuffle. A sway. "Are you dancing?" Elion called from the kitchen. "I am checking the floor joists for vibration," Cale lied. "Liar." "I am grooving," Cale admitted. "Grooving? Who says grooving?" "I do. I am hip." Elion laughed. It was the best sound in the world. Cale opened his eyes. He looked at the painting of the blue door.

He always felt bad for Breeana's mate anytime he thought of her. The people around him were shifting from their positions and Reece looked up to see what was going on. Everyone had formed a circle around the middle of the dance floor and as he walked closer, he could see what was happening. There was Breeana, in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with reckless abandon, and surrounded by many people. If Reece didn't know any better, he would have thought she took dancing lessons. Her hands were touching her body erotically but in an innocent way.