Serena Dance Novels & Stories

More people joined them on the dance floor. Serena danced like never before, her dance partner showed her awesome and funny moves that made her laugh. Then the DJ switched to slow songs, she had her back to his chest and she whined her waist against his. He held her waist and she bent down and kept on whining and twisting. If she wasn't under the influence of alcohol, she wouldn't have believed she could do this. He made her stand upright again, she could feel him, she could feel it rising the beneath the fabric of his jeans. He held her one of her hands and her free hands tried to move with the rest of her slow-dancing body.

Club Hollow “Dance for me,” Daniel said, patting his thigh. “On my lap.” Serena’s playful smirk vanished instantly. She stepped off the pole, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she stopped just out of reach. “That’s not what I do,” she said, her voice husky and edged with a defiance that made something twitch inside him.

Serafina informed him, biting her lip before walking and leading him towards the dance floor, not even giving him a chance to object before they immersed themselves in the crowd. She began dancing to the music as he placed his hands against her hips, both of them getting lost in the sensation of the sound vibrating through them, the concept of names forgotten as his hands wandered over her leather skirt, squeezing her as she chuckled at his eagerness. Damien's dark eyes drank in her every movement, the way her hips swayed, her body swam, or the way her breasts heaved, sweat beginning to bead her forehead.

Jace POV The thump of the bass reverberates in my chest as I sit back, the dim lights casting long shadows over the dancers on stage. The corner of my eye catches movement, and I turn just in time to see Serena weaving her way through the tables. She’s scanning the room as she walks, her lips pressed together, her eyes sharp. I can already tell she’s irritated. When she reaches me, she pulls out a chair and drops into it, crossing her arms. “You’re watching women strip and dance,” she says, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said you were working.”

Serena looked at him angrily, "When I said you are doing all these because of your girlfriend you said no and now I can see everything clearly, still you want to think I am a fool? Wow." "Are you jealous?" Denzel has noticed she was very very angry and he could guess that she was angry because of that girl. "Jealous? My foot." She chuckled sarcastically. He pulled her by her waist all of a sudden, making her startled. "What..." She moved her face further from him so there would be a gap between them. "Let's dance." Saying so he held her hand by his left hand and then he wrapped his right arm around her waist. Serena had a poker face.

I whispered to them, curious about the fourth unfamiliar face. "New dance instructor, started about two months ago when Madam Moore retired." Abby said. She had retired? "Such a loss for the dance community," I muttered in disappointment. The woman had been among the best instructors I had ever been trained by. She was in her late fifties when I left, but good God, she had been tough for her age. "Don't worry, new face is probably not that bad." Jason commented,nudging my shoulder with his. "I actually hear the guy is a maestro on the dance floor," Christopher affirmed.

the only thing that mattered right now was the woman in white, casting magic around her with her moves. Her lashes lifted, revealing those eyes. Those eyes that held the whole universe in them. His heartbeat skyrocketed. He climbed up the steps. The back dancers froze, confused and uncertain, as he advanced towards her. But Sera, lost and engrossed, remained oblivious to the certain man making his way towards her. She danced like a bird soaring freely in the sky. Like beautiful peacocks who opened their wings and dance through the woods. She took a spin only to collide into a solid surface. Nate promptly wrapped his arm around her waist, gazing down at her with disbelief and a depth of emoti

Roberta sighed dreamily. “Oh, can it, would ya?” Serena prickled, and blew out an exasperated breath. “I’m no freakin’ goddess, all right? I’m me. Serena Sikes.” Serena shot up from the vanity seat, swayed dizzily for a moment, and stalked out of the dressing area. Where she thought she could go, she didn’t know, but she knew she couldn’t stand to be near a mirror nor in that room for another minute.

This girl named Cheska approached me. “Hey gorgeous,” I said smiling at her. “I’ve never seen the Ambrose Haylock dancing like this.” She uttered dancing her way in front me. She started grinding in front of me and I can feel her body. “I’ve never seen myself dancing this way too,” I replied as I grabbed her by the waist. We both danced for about a few minutes. I noticed Cheska was trying her best to seduce me by shaking her ass right at my frontal. I ignored the seduction part and just danced while hands are on her waist and hips.

He said and chuckled at his own words. "Your mother is here, Christian." Belle said to me and I looked around to find her talking to my father, uncle and cousin. "Well enjoy yourselves guys, we'll surely talk again before the ceremony is over. You owe me a dance Nat." "Sure thing. Come find me when you are ready." She replied. I saluted to her and walked away with Belle's hand in my free one. My mother was dressed in silver, the stones radiating with the light making her glow like the chandelier used to decorate the halls.