Season 1 Abby's Ultimate Dance Competition Novels & Stories

he smiles as he leads her back over to where Charlie is standing. Charlie smiles sweetly at Abigail, "are you enjoying your party sweet girl?" Abigail looks at her siblings all surrounding their mother, "of course, my entire family is here," she scoops up her youngest brother, Tyler, "come handsome dance with your sissy." He giggles and hugs her neck, she walks to the dance floor with him on her hip and spins him as her father did with her many years ago.

“What are you wearing?” Abby was dressed in a tight-fitting salmon-colored spaghetti strap dress that highlighted her tiny waist, the delicate curve of her hips, and the quick motion of her shoulders. Her long caramel mocha-colored hair was neatly coiffed with a side part and pinned over her right shoulder with small intricate flowers attached to each pin. She matched her outfit with tiny dangling beads and open-toed carnation pink suede heels. Her eyes widened in shock, a slow smile working its way across her face when she saw me. Suddenly, her smile turned into a disapproving scowl. “You mean to tell me you had all that, under those stupid training clothes you love so much?”

“That’s not my fucking business. I want my wife up here. Let me talk to her.” I watch Mason talk to my wife, and she’s now looking up at me. I walk towards the steel bar that serves as a banister. She smiles and waves when she sees me. I can even see her bright smile and dimples from her. Her eyes glitter from the lights, and she’s magnificent. “Babe, I wanna dance with Trix, please? Can we talk later?” She uses her sweet innocent voice to please me. “And what’s that you’re wearing, Abbygail?” She looks down at her small dress.

What about you? Abby: I’m great, thanks! Abby: Get dressed and wear something nice. I’m coming to pick you up in half an hour. Me: Uh… why? Abby: I feel like tequila and dancing. So, I’m taking you out! Abby: Plus, you need to be social. It’s not healthy to stay home all the time. Me: Okay, okay! I’ll go out. Abby: Yay! See you soon. I shoved my phone into my pocket as I walked inside. My home was modern and comfortable, with large windows that allowed natural light to flood the rooms. Clean lines, neutral colors, and stylish furniture gave the house an elegant feel while still making it feel warm and welcoming.

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

" The Scott family stood at the top of high society. The fading Carter family was no match for them. Besides, the Carter family had long since stopped being my support. I staggered back two steps and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. To keep them from taking Ethan away, I endured another nine lashes. I believed that if I kept giving in, I would eventually earn at least a little kindness. Instead, Nancy officially acknowledged Rory and accepted him into the Scott family. I hated Nancy. I hated that she had stopped loving me and trapped me in a situation with no way out.

I sprinted past everyone, waving their way as they greeted me. Hunter, honey, you're home." my mom called out with a smile, but I was too preoccupied with Abbie, wanting to see that she was ok. "Hi, mom. Love you, Mom." I said as I sprinted past her and ran up the stairs in a rush. "Abbie!" "Ab-" I called out as I rushed inside, opened the door to our room, and gasped as I saw the event taking place in front of me. "Hi, Hunter!" Anthony smiled as Abbie and he danced while making cookies. There were ingredients displayed, covering the entire kitchen island. Abbie had a little flour residue on her apron, and Anthony looked like he had gotten into a fight with the batter, which made me chuckle.

I said and hung up I know what to do... """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" ABBY POV I dress up in a black holster halter mini dress and black small purse in my hand I hail a cab to miles club I walked into the club This is what I want Loud music, dancing, drinks, people I walk to the bar "A shot of tequila please" I said sitting on the bar stool I poured the hot liquid into my mouth

She nodded, giving me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Soon it was just Aubrey left. Her beautiful doe blue eyes shone bright against all the other light. “And to this winner and your Lucia of the season. Dear Blue Lotus Pack. I give you your Lucia of the season, Miss Aubrey Bolduc. You keep winning.” Soon there was cheering and music, everyone dancing and socializing while Audrey and I took the time to keep making up with ourselves just by staring at each other in the eyes and soon I was thinking of her luscious form naked beneath me. What I would do to have her in the moment made me question if I had lost all of my self-control. She was immediately swept away by the women of the pack to

“What–” “We’re going to dance now!” Abby commands, grabbing Toby’s hand. He obeys in a heartbeat, and I watch them go, swirling my nearly empty drink in a circle. Abby already knows I’m going to dip out without saying goodbye. She knows I can handle maybe an hour of this noise and crowd before I crawl back into my hole of quiet solitude, and when she turns to look over her shoulder at me, winking, I take it as a silent understanding that I won’t see her for the rest of the night because she’s going home with Toby, and I’m free.