Reaper Dancing Novels & Stories

Or maybe she just softened in recent days? Krefff did not explain anything twice, but he gave generous slaps, without stint. It didn't hurt, but it hurt. - Can you move faster? he barked at the sluggishly trampling Lesana. - How long will you dance round dances? Attack! There is nothing to circle here. And he waved his hand in his heart. - Why was Kleskh messing with you? The gift barely flickers, but she herself is as if said. Ugh.

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.

I decided, standing up abruptly. “I’m a paralegal. My hips don't move that fast, Maya,” Lilly complained, though she was on her feet and moving towards the centre of the room already. We moved awkwardly onto the small, crowded dance floor, two friends laughing as we deliberately ignored the stares, letting the bass beat loosen the day’s tension. In no time, I had completely forgotten the cold dismissal of Xender Zang and the venom of his mother, throwing my hands up in the air and dancing like the soldier who had just finished a dangerous mission—alive, exhausted, and desperately needing to feel something real.

I heard Kaileeh whisper. “You have to be cute.” Scarlett finally answered. Sage was next. “Give a lap dance to the person next to you.” She looked between Alyx and Rian, who were both beside her, as if debating. “I need some music,” she said. I grabbed my phone and turned on Pandora. ‘Sexy Back’ by Justin Timberlake played. She drug Rian to one of the couches and began to dance on him while everyone whooped and hollered. She danced until the song went off, which was only about a minute, and they rejoined the circle. Mason went next.

Not bad" is an exaggeration. I can’t believe I have never come across this place. Best way to relax. What dance do you think that is?” They both looked over at the man as he pretended to miss his step and raised his hand for one of the women to help him up. Celia laughed again and said “Oh, they know what he is doing. And they are allowing him. Oh, I wish life could be just that simple. The dance? I think salsa and a touch of their version of tango. I have never asked them. I enjoy it whenever I see them out here. They have gotten used to me, I would say” she beamed at Reyona as she added. "I could even say I am a part of the group at this point. Their silent admirer.”

After a couple of drinks, I find myself more relaxed and nodding along to the beat. “Would you like to dance?” Rachael asks, swaying her hips to the beat. I shake my head, "No, you go. I’m fine here," I reply, taking a sip from my drink. She doesn’t push it; she just flashes me one of her dazzling smiles before heading to the dance floor.

So, instead of facing him, I push past the girls and head over to the dance floor. Music is pumping so loudly through the speakers that I can feel every beat vibrating through my body and with the tequila getting to work, it doesn’t take much for my body to loosen up and start moving. I let the beat of the music lead me, swaying my hips with the beat, my arms moving up my body and into the air. I close my eyes, clear my head and just let go. When ‘Just keep watching’ by Tate McRae starts playing, I can’t stop smiling, getting lost in the song.

She finished with a dramatic coupé jeté, leaping into the air and landing with a light grounded presence. If Leah's performance was good, Maya's was breathtaking. It was clear that she had spent years honing her technical prowess, a fact not surprising for the lycan beast she was. "Ire, show us what you got." Ire stepped into the light, her energy infectious. She started with a series of chassés, gliding across the dance hall with a sense of freedom. Incorporating contemporary elements, she performed a floor roll before transitioning into a series of pirouettes, adding playful arm movements that reflect her friendly personality. She ended her performance with a dramatic saut de chat, leaping