Reaper Dancing Novels & Stories

where she usually danced, laughing as she twirled into her arms and Sebestian would. fall over dramatically, bringing the smaller girl with him but caging her so she didn't. get hurt and they would lie on the hard floor and laugh and laugh until Alexandra decided they should be serious about it and then they'd get into position again only for Sebestian to do the exact same thing again. Sebestian studied the human's dancing. Alexandra dancing had gotten wilder, a type of contemporary ballet that didn't follow a perfect flow but still... his body was so

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

After a few seconds of awkward glances, Reigh opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an older woman who approached us and exclaimed, “Is that the little troublemaker? Come here, Reigh, let’s dance.” Recognition lit up Reigh’s eyes when he saw the woman, and though he smiled, it was tight and clearly very fake. But he still accepted her offer, and before walking off to the dance floor, he gave me one last, short glance. Now, it was just Taide and me standing there. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say or do, but after a while, I let out a long breath and turned to him. “Do you want to dance?” I tilted my head toward the dance floor a little, and he looked down at me, studying m

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

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

“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.

Liora and Reese were holding each other tightly on the dance floor, mimicking others' dance steps. They would step on each other every now and then, causing them to grimace in pain. Liora lost her temper, loosened her hug over Reese, and said, "I don't want to dance anymore! I can't dance!" Reese loosened his hold over Liora as well. "Me too! We're just not made to dance!" They glared at each other, and Liora said, "What should we do then?"

Raven The base of the music rattles through my body as I dance, moving seductively between the tables. Slowly blowing kisses at men as they watch my body move in ways that taunt them. As the music floods the building I use it to my advantage teasing them the way my hips swing, and slowly dip down. The table is my support as I dance close to them, swaying my hips and tempting them to touch, when I see him reaching for me, my finger shakes at him as I tut, his friends howling with laughing.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

“Not tonight.” “Watch me.” Reaper’s smile widened. “Good,” he whispered. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He snapped his fingers. His men surged forward. And the hallway became hell. The hallway became a choke point of violence. Reaper’s men surged forward in a tight formation — rifles up, boots pounding, masks blank and emotionless. They didn’t shout. They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t break formation. They moved like a machine. I met them head‑on.