Royalty Dance Studio Novels & Stories

Again I burst into another sudden uncontrollable laughter Asmy gaze at me her eyes wide with terror "Now am officially freaking out". Regaining my composure I stood in front of them and said "You are officially looking at the head of stylist of the prince, isn't that exciting? Yayyyy" I continue doing a victory dance. Umma frown staring at me she asked "What those that supposed to mean?". I stop doing my victory dance and said "Umma Magajiya just employee me as his stylist, I already report to the HR and to the prince" shrugging my shoulders "Everyone is cool with it and my works starts on Monday"

I was not even aware Lenon was his name until today. I feel my heart beat faster and my hands tremble. No! Calm down Hazel. It could just be that it was a means to woo females. Yes calm down. There was no special meaning to this. The fool is probably hoping I would fall for his charms and warm his bed tonight. I calm down and get my self under control. I allow the crown prince to lead me to the dance floor. In the higher society it is a rule that no one else can dance once once a member of the royal family is dancing.

He opened the doors, revealing a massive, empty ballroom across the corridor, its polished marble floors reflecting the gray winter light from the vaulted windows. “Put on the gown,” Dominic ordered, his golden eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made the breath catch in my throat. “We are going to spend the next five hours teaching you how to dance like a woman who belongs to the King of Shadow Ridge. If you stumble even once before the elders, they will smell the fear on you, and they will tear you apart.” Three hours later, my feet were bruised, my chest was heaving, and my skin was slick with a fine layer of sweat.

But anxiety follows close behind - so much grandeur, so many protocols to remember. "Stop thinking so loud," Iris scolds, linking her arm through mine. "You've got this. Though..." Her grin turns mischievous. "We should probably work on your dancing." "My what?" "You don't think you're getting through a royal ball without dancing, do you?" She drags me toward the training hall, now cleared for dance practice. "Garrett! Perfect timing!" The Beta looks up from his paperwork, immediately suspicious of her tone. "Whatever you're planning—"

He was a billionaire, a man of immense wealth and power, and tonight, he had hired Judy for a private dance. But as she would soon discover, this was no ordinary performance. Judy took a deep breath, her fingers tracing the delicate straps of her silk robe. She was a professional, a dancer who had graced countless stages, but this felt different? The weight of his gaze, even from the darkness, sent a shiver down her spine. With a graceful sway of her hips, she began her routine, the soft melody of the music filling the room. Her movements were fluid, each step a calculated seduction, designed to entice and captivate.

he asked, a playful gleam igniting the depths of his eyes, promising a dance that went beyond mere celebration. With a gracious smile, I accepted his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as we moved together, leaving the world behind and stepping into the heart of the festivities. The music, a seductive melody, wrapped around us like a lover's embrace, guiding our bodies in a dance that transcended the boundaries of royalty. The rhythm pulsed through us, creating a sensual harmony as we twirled and swayed beneath the starlit sky. Liam's strong arms encircled me, guiding me in a dance that spoke of shared desire and unspoken connection.

Before I could steer the conversation further, a bright, carrying voice sliced through the low hum of conversation, silencing the entire ballroom in an instant. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for!" Princess Valerie's voice rang out from the raised dais, sharp and theatrical, her hands spread wide as though presenting a gift to the entire room. "The Royal Dance! Our esteemed Alpha King has graciously agreed to dance with not one, not two, but twelve of tonight's candidates. Let the music begin!"

He asked, rummaging at the cupboard. “Certainly, not,” she said. “Can you make some pizza?” She looked at him, smiling. She could almost see the sincerity of the woman at the man who started to prepare the ingredients he needed for the request. Then another scenario unfolded. She was at a party. She couldn’t see anyone whom she recognized and she couldn’t hear anything else aside from the blast of music on the speaker. This is definitely not a place she would go to. She wonders what she is doing here. She went around and saw someone, at the ledge of the bar, she dances well but she already looks drunk. She was dancing with some people on the ledge, I could see other people following her move

🎤 this is sure a wonderful night it was mr leo who spoke up,, 🎤 watching your favorite group of students going out of the school,,,wow,,, 💖 we are gonna miss everything!!! the students shouted in unison and he smiled 🎤 we will miss you more dear students,,,,, you’re surely gonna be great persons in life,,am sure of that. without wasting much of our time,, before the fun starts,, i will like to welcome our guests, that’s mr alex williams and his fiancee, miss anna. you’re welcome 💖 omg!!! he’s getting married??

With my hair pinned back to bare my neck, I head for my dancing lesson feeling far less armored than usual. Helga already showed me the studio during our tour. From the outside, I can tell it’s huge, but when I step inside, it’s larger than I expected. The wooden floors have been polished to a shine, with bright white walls and mirrors running the entire length of three sides, so every mistake is reflected a hundred times over. On the fourth wall hangs a pale brown curtain. Its thick folds sweep down to the floor, guarding whatever storage lies behind it. I turn, and that’s when I see my cousins.