Sans Dancing Novels & Stories

"Want to dance?" Annabella's eyes widened in surprise. "Dance? Here?" I simply nodded. "Why not? It's a beautiful night, and I'm in the mood." She hesitated for a moment before she chuckled. "Alright, why not?" I dismounted, offering my hand to her. As our hands met, the atmosphere shifted. We moved to an imaginary tune, the night enveloping us in its serenity. It was a dance without music, guided by the rhythm of our hearts and the whispering night.

he teased. “C’mon, I’m not that bad,” protested Lucas. Eva and Hayley danced with one another and Alyssa too joined in while Nicholas eyed them with jealousy. Sienna practiced their dance moves with Lucas and with every false move, the girls giggled more. “Lucas, you’re doing it all wrong,” said Sienna with despair. “I’m trying to do it right. Why did you choose such a difficult song? It has no melody, no rhythm,” said Lucas. “We should have danced to ‘Bailamos’.”

“No, it can’t. But I can make Monday afternoon, around two.” Helene scowled. “That’s as soon as you can make it?” “I’m afraid so.” “Well, then,” Helene said, her posture taut with displeasure, “I guess I’ll see you then.” “Whatever possessed you?” Nathan murmured into her ear as he danced her around the floor. “Possessed me?” Dani felt as if she were floating. Nathan had hurried her away from Helene and drawn her onto the dance floor and into his arms. A dancer for most of her life, she could dance with just about anyone, no matter how awkward they were.

One dance was a solo, and the other was with her group. She was actually sweating. She had been in here for hours now, dancing out all her feelings and heartache. But it wasn’t working. As tired as she was, she was still so hurt and angry. She went over and restarted the song.. determined to keep it up as long as possible. For her solo, she was dancing to the song Diet Pepsi. It was kind of a weird name for a song but .. she loved how sensual it was. It gave her all the feels and she loved the routine she had built around it.

So, I went to the dance floor and started dancing. There was a guy that put his hands on my waist and danced along with me to the beat of the music but within a seconds red eyes had made his ways to the dance floor. With one glance, the guy I danced with disappeared with a panic set in his eyes but I once again simply ignored that. 'Dance with me Narcissus.' 'I don't dance' he sneered with aggression. 'Fine by me.' and while saying that I turned around with my back on his body and I slowly grinded on him, teasing him.

Snapping me out my thoughts, this man out his big arms around my waist, making me move with him "Killian, what are you doing?" "Dancing with you." "I can't hear any song." "Listen." He whispered in my ear, as we moved together slowly. I strained my ears till I caught a faint sound of Christina Perri's Thousand Years from a distance. "We cannot be randomly dancing this way, Killian." "Says someone who made me randomly dance with her on my office table." Not giving me enough time to respond, he spun me around, making me squeal.

But the way he was looking at me—the way his thumb was tracing slow circles on my hip through the thin fabric of my dress—didn't feel fake at all. "Nicholas, I—" I started, but then the orchestra began playing a slow, romantic waltz. Panic exploded in my chest. Oh no. Not this type of music. "Vanessa?" Nicholas's brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" "I can't dance to this," I whispered urgently, my hand tightening on his shoulder. "Nicholas, I don't know how to dance." His eyes widened slightly in understanding, and I felt my heart racing so fast he must have been able to feel it through our joined hands.

Silas hissed, stepping closer, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper. "You’re playing a dangerous game." "It’s not a game, Silas. It’s an accounting," I replied, not backing down an inch. "Pls enjoy the rest of the evening. Excuse me” . ***** Dance with me," Adrian whispered, his hand finding mine as the orchestra began a slow, haunting waltz. He led me to the center of the floor, the crowd parting like the Red Sea. Everyone was watching us—the "Stalker" and the "Waitress," the "CEO" and his "Queen." As he pulled me into his arms, the world outside the circle of his embrace disappeared. His hand was firm on my waist, his other hand clasping mine with a strength that felt like an anchor.

He motioned us to come in, holding the door for all of us. Daisy stepped in not caring anymore all she wanted to do was find Zander and smack him once she does for leaving Lavender all alone. The other followed still creeped out Snow grabbed my hand scared of going in crowd places, Lavender held on to Snow when she saw how many people were there, both girls getting claustrophobic. As they walked further into the house, the girls notice many people on the dance floor moving their body's in different ways. When we got to the living room there was a witch dancing on top of the coffee table moving her body with a Griffin himself.

Not to mention the free snacks supplied by Lance. There was no customer that lazy Sunday afternoon, so Lance and I munched on chips while watching MTV. Suddenly, they showed the video of "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats. Unconsciously, I was tapping my feet while eating cheese-flavored chips. As if possessed, I started gyrating, twirling, head-spinning and wiggling my hips to the tune of that catchy song. I ignored Lance's perplexed look as he watched me sashayed provocatively around the shop. By the time the song ended, I noticed him staring at me with his mouth open, holding up a chip. "What? Haven't you seen me dance before? You know I'm a good dancer, right?"I asked haughtily. It took