Serena Dance Novels & Stories

Since then, we became close friends, went out together, discovered we had similar interests. Then, you could guess all the way from that to now. Now, Serena was my A and I was her B. We are soul sisters who shared secrets, best buddies, long live us forever. Whenever people saw us walking side by side on road, they’d begin to point fingers. Most knew Serena was a stripper. Not by circumstances but by choice. But I never minded. She had always loved dancing since she was a little girl and when she had even told her mum about wanting to be a pole dancer she’d shoo it off, thinking she was only joking.

“Speaking of different, why did you ditch the SinoTech deal? Flew back like the devil was chasing you. Bet your family’s losing their shit right now.” I ignored him, taking another burn of whiskey. My mind replayed every second of Lila: her jealousy when I kissed Chloe, her cries when I fvcked her, her betrayal when she walked out with Kane. “Damian!” a soft, excited voice squealed. I looked up. Serena. She walked into the lounge in a red dress that hugged her body. Her hips swayed like she was ok the runway. Her friend, some brunette in a black mini-dress trailed behind.

I could see her glaring at me from where she stood by the entrance, but I ignored her entirely. I stopped by the doorway, touching my nightshade pendant with two fingers as I scanned the crowd for Tyler. I didn’t spot him right away. But I did spot them. Kade and Serena were already on the dance floor with the other couples, swaying to the soft orchestral music. Serena was dressed in the most decadent pink gown I’d ever seen; it was actually quite exquisite, like something out of an art piece. The exact sort of thing that a Luna would wear.

“Let’s just say I’ve got some connections. You’d be amazed at the circles I move in.” She chuckles, but there’s still a bit of tension in her shoulders, and I can tell she’s feeling out of her depth. I shift in my seat, nodding toward the dance floor where a fast-paced song is thumping through the speakers. “Come on, let’s dance,” I say, standing up and offering her my hand. “Loosen up a little.” Serena looks up at me, hesitant at first, but then she sighs, taking my hand. “Fine. But if I trip in these heels, I’m blaming you.”

And so, she let her mother guide her down the rock and off it, before they headed back to their rented cottage at a little forest not very far from the heart of the city. And while she lay on her mother's laps that night, at the balcony of the little cottage, awaiting her father who was away for a meeting with the Alpha King, little Carida watched the stars in the dark night and full moon, smiling enthusiastically as her mother caressed her silky black hair and told her the tale of the renowned 'Moonlight Serenade' that had started at the waterfall of Elgarion, several decades ago. A mysterious serenade it was. One that was also renowned as 'the dance of the goddess' as time went on.

"Serena, do you doubt me, too? Do you also think all of this is my fault?" Serena hesitated but ultimately got to reassuring her. "Claire, we all know what you want to achieve. You want to make contemporary dance better, but we don't need to resort to such means. You're a dancer, and you shouldn't get involved in these worldly matters. Can you still dance on stage with a single-minded focus? Do you remember why I was so determined to sign you when we first met?"

SERENA’S POV: I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. Why I'm I so nervous? It's not like I'm going to see his dead parents. Vincent had bought a purple dinner gown for me for the evening, with a sapphire necklace. Wow, this is beautiful. I can't believe Vincent got me this just for a dance. “Serena, are you ready”? Vincent yells. I quickly cleared up my face, I didn't want him to see me crying.

This was not his kind of place, it was way too loud and the music was playing some kind of love song about heartbreak, everyone was wearing jeans, cowboy boots and hat. Serena was already moving to the best of the music and turning to Sebastian with a smile, " dance with me" she said, taking his hand, tried to steer him towards the dance floor. "No, I can't dance to this, let's grab a seat and order some wine" When the bartender came over, she ordered some beer, another thing Sebastian wasn't used to, he hadn't had beer since his teen years, he look around the room at everyone having fun, he could see Serena watching them dancing and he started feeling guilty.

Was she lost and needed his help for some reason? "I am Serena and you are?" she asked. "Noah," he said. "Would you like to dance with me?" she walked closer and gave me a sultry smile. Wait...she is asking me to dance with her? he thought to himself. He couldn't believe his luck. "You want to dance with me? But why?" he asked. "I want to dance with you and I don't need to give you an explanation as to why," she said. Her tone sounded demanding which turned him on a little.

Women moved across the floor in sequins and high heels, red paint on their lips, eyes lifeless behind their lashes. And Sera? She danced. Horribly, she'd admit. She wasn't as cool as the other girls. She didn't know how to make her body promise anything. Her movements were stiff, unsure—like she was moving through something dirty and didn't want it to smear on her skin. And yet she came here. Night after night. Letting strangers look at her like they were hers. Letting music drive her like she was made to do anything else. She tied her robe more tightly around her torso and sat down in front of the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her with smudged mascara and damp skin, one glitter star