Romantic Slow Dancing Novels & Stories

His late mother was the last person he had dance with, his mother had always dance ballet with him. "You don't want to dance with me because I am a handicap?" Nora sign, her face crestfallen. Philip quickly went over to her and held her hands. "I have no such thought Nora, I will dance with you, though I know a little ballet." Nora face light up immediately. They danced without any music, they were perfect. After a while, they stopped to catch their breaths.

I smiled, downing the last drink in my glass. "Would you dance with me?" he asked. My eyes widened. "Excuse me?" "Come on." He stood, extending his hand. "They're playing 'Il Mondo' by Jimmy Fontana. It's my favourite." I looked at his hand. Then at the dance floor, where couples swayed under dim lights. I nodded slowly and placed my hand in his. The lights went low. The music swelled — slow, romantic, timeless. Everyone on the dance floor moved in the same rhythmic beat, bodies pressed close, eyes half-closed.

The wavy ginger-haired werewolf then flicked out her claws and joined her hands together in a praying manner against her chest. “Wow! Indeed fascinating, huh,” the emerald-eyed praised. Romaine and Dorrien were currently having a slow dance together, despite the lively music playing in the background. Their sweet gazes and romantic dance made Cyrill and Rozelyn awkwardly quiver on the inside. The two then looked at each other and quietly simpered in a sardonic way. The room was full of revelry and chattering. The vivacious music playing in the background seems to be a jazz classic.

He asks. I felt flushed and breathless as I slowly take his hand and he led me to the dance floor. It just so happens the band was playing a slow song. He takes me in his arms and begins to lead me in a slow dance. Having drunk three beers already I was warm and feeling a buzz. I look up at him and he looks down at me. We were not the only ones dancing on the floor but at this moment in time, it felt as if we were the only two. I couldn’t pull my eyes away nor did I want to. The song was a romantic love song and Mitch held me so tight it felt like he was feeling possessive of me. His hands rub my back and he kept sniffing my hair and nuzzling my neck every chance he got.

he whispered but I heard it since our faces were too close. I scoff at him. "You just yearned for a compliment. Fine, you look handsome tonight, Byron." I chuckle before I fix my eyes on the beer in my hand and drink a few of it. The song changed into a slow song and I almost choke on the beer by that. What's with the music? After seconds, a few people partner up to dance on the floor. They're dancing like in a ball event. It kinda looks romantic as the song played was Perfect by Ed Sheeran

, Raven complains accompanied with murmurs and I and Tareem hold back laughter. Mr Tyrone is introducing me to some personnels like Presidents, Ministers, Businessmen, Philanthropists, etc. A soothing music is playing and we majestically turn and see professional dance as everyone watch with blood or wine in their hands. With time others join as they dance with their partners. They dance this slow dance. I smile as I enjoy how they sway their hips and how they manage not to step on each other. I look forward and see my dad dance with the woman from the vision. They stare at each other with so much love and respect as everyone enjoys their performance. Their eyes never leave each other and my

She shakes her head and the more I look at her, the more it hurts me of what I will be doing. "I want you to dance with me Miranda Rose." I held her hand and pulled her to where there was much of a bigger space. She obliged with sad eyes as I tell her, "I've been into slow dancing lately." I smile at her weakly. I place her arms around my neck and wrapped my arms around her waist as tight as I can. I held her body against mine and we swayed as I begin to hum the the same song we danced to a few nights ago. She was barefoot while I was on my socks as we were dancing on our living room. I watch her as she rest her head against my chest while I begin to sing the lyrics of Can’t Help Falling In

I was about to say something vile when Lucille's scent attacked my nose. Before I could react, she'd already grabbed my arm from behind and whispered into my ears. "Care to dance?" Dance? It was then that I looked around and realized that slow romantic music had begun playing. Couples were flocking the center stage, slow dancing under the dim light of the hall. And taking the lead was my father and Ulmer. They clung to each other so tightly that it made my stomach churn. Look at them, acting like a 'perfect' couple. How hypocritical!

The ribbon only went as far as a low velvet platform, lit from above, where Eliana stood in a powder-pink slip dress—hair curled and eyes shining. He let his keys fall mid-step. "Happy one month," she told him, voice shaking with happiness. "Welcome home." He gazed at her. She was heavenly. He moved forward slowly. Eliana offered her hand. "Dance?" He spread his arms. "Always." She nestled in his hold as the music started up: "La Vie en Rose" so sweet, so ideally theirs. After the Slow Song Damian twirled her out, dipped her, then swept her up with ease.

“Who is she? She is stunning!” “Maybe that’s his goddess given mate, but what about his chosen mate?” “She’s probably one of his side sluts.” Alpha Mars broke the red rose stem and secured the rose into her hair like a new accessory. She followed him to the center of the dance floor just as a slow waltz began. One hand lovingly slid to the center of her back while his other hand positioned their hands to the side. The live orchestra began to play an instrumental version of “You are the reason,” which was an unusual choice for this type of setting. It was too romantic, too intimate. The fairy lights in the surrounding potted tree branches glowed around them as they slowly swayed to the music