Season 1 Abby's Ultimate Dance Competition Novels & Stories

I don't know answers, I just go my own way music 🎶🎶🎶 Goes on and on 🎶🎶🎶 Wake up, open your eyes In this fake blessing🎶🎶 I wanna be wanna be on my way, I bet🎶🎶 Boundaries holding me in🎶🎶 To hell with your rules🎶🎶 I wanna be wanna I, way, I bet🎶🎶 "Yo! I am so tired I can't dance anymore," Trina said, sleeping on the floor. We were dancing to the music Blessed curse by Enhypen. "Stop being so dramatic Trina," Mary said with an eye roll. Speaking of the audition, all students who applied for the competition were able to join the competition. Every single student who applied for it was asked to do what they can do best before our names were shortlisted. Thank goodness none of us w

I ate in silence until Kevin spoke up again. "Hey Abby can you play some music for us?" Kevin requested. "What kind of music Kevin?" I asked raising an eyebrow "Anything you like Abby." He answered. I sighed loudly and grabbed my phone. I clicked shuffle and turned up the volume and scrolled through songs until I found something that sounded nice. Once I finished singing and dancing around the room I saw Abby and the guys giving me their judging looks. Well shit. This was not my favorite song and it definitely didn't sound any better because of the way i sang. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed towards the door. Abby grabbed my wrist causing me to stop.

Her voice was steady, but her heart was lost. *** Abigail danced her way to the pool cabana, feeling excited. Holding an apple in one hand and a book in the other, she was determined to make the most of her free time while her sister, Iris, was away. The incredible tunes from her headset fueled her energy, pushing her to explore a different kind of adventure. She was stuck at home, thanks to the silent war at school. Abigail was tired of virtual assignments and the monotony of video games; it was time to break free, even if just for a little while.

I turned my head and saw Nora, the Bell that Gabe had bought, making her way from hand to hand meeting everyone on the dance floor. Behind her, as regal as ever in her silver dazzled dress was Abby, she smiled from ear to ear while she talked to the guests. It was the way that she looked completely unbothered and nobody knew what had happened a few hours ago. Her hair had been waved and her makeup accentuated her features, the caramel-colored shadow made her blue eyes pop and they could easily be mistaken as the light in the room.

SESSION 9 (DAY 19) On Friday morning, I was quite pleased when the door opened and Abby was once again ushered inside. She smiled and said "hi Jake" as she took a seat. I smiled back, noticing that she was wearing her gown backwards, cinched in the front, like a robe. The session began much as the last had, except for the videos, which had a new theme. They all seemed to involve some sort of exhibitionist element, people engaging in sexual acts in public places or while other people watched. As before, the video clips were all very high quality, with attractive actors and high production value. And before long, we were both touching ourselves beneath our gowns.

he roared sulkily. Abby mocked him by raising an eyebrow and detuning her voice as much as she could, harassing us, “This is my favorite part,” she jumped excitedly and prepared a pose worthy of a music video, “Because I don't have rhythm... I don't have rhythm... I don't have rhythm..." She truly believed she was in a video clip, she danced with her best and pathetic steps and they sang like Dua Lipa's faces, but her voice was another desperate matter.

She tried to make her soulmate, Philly, change from his killing ways since his heart has been cold. She succeeded and try to teach him a secret dance she didn't show Nora. Teaching Philiy the steps one after the other makes Daisy happy. Everything was normal until Philiy disappeared one night and came back more dangerous than before and to Daisy surprised, he has magic. An old dangerous powerful Ninja resurface claiming Philly as hers and would stop at nothing to get him. Craig returned more deadly than before. Daisy has to prove her love for Philly with one Final Dance. A Dance With Daisy (My Cold Hearted Killer) Book 2

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

Abby POV Kayla and I have spent the last hour doing our hair and make-up. She kept my make-up to a minimum because she knew I would just sweat off a lot of it when we dance. But she did give me an amazing cat-eye with eye liner and a light lip stain. Then she put my waist-length hair in a high ponytail so that it wouldn't get in the way while we dance. Plus, it never hurts to have my neck bare for my mate.

Anthony and Paulo would soon take advantage of the situation. Amanda started trying to sabotage Sarah's things and soon her childish jealousy was becoming ridiculous. At the weekend there would be a trance party at Camille's property, another rich digital influencer who studied fashion and hung out with Amanda, not exactly a close friend, but having fun at her expense. Everyone made nasty comments about this situation... Every time she wore clothes that attracted attention trying to compete with Sarah. The long-awaited Friday arrived, as usually the parties given by Camille Mendes were announced on Friday and held from Sunday to Monday.