Reaper Dancing Novels & Stories

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

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

Especially with how horny I am? He’s about to get another thing coming. “Diego!” I yelled over music. I was already back at my former table. Buggy and Slink, ever so helpful, helped me get up the table. “Play something I can dance to, amigo!” Diego, ever ready to play along, gave a thumbs up. The music started as everyone began to holler. I moved, closing my eyes as I swung my hips around, giggling here and there while I ran my hands up to the side.

“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.

Dax hit the ash, rolling violently at eighty miles an hour. "Dax!" I screamed, instinctively hitting my brakes. "Don't stop!" Dax's voice barked over the comms, breathless and full of static. He was already on his feet, sprinting through the ash. "Reaper! Grab my hand!" Reaper, his bike barely coasting at forty miles an hour, steered toward Dax. As he passed, Dax grabbed the heavy steel luggage rack on the back of Reaper's dying bike, vaulting himself onto the pillion seat.

Looking onto the figure of the giant that seemed to embody death itself, Mane chuckled wordlessly and said, “Hello, Reaper.”

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.