Shiver Dance Novels & Stories

You make me shiver with the fire you got This thing we started, I don't want it to stop You know you make me shiver-er-er Baby, you burn so hot You make me shiver with the fire you got This thing we started, I don't want it to stop You know you make me shiver Yeah, you got me singin' like Ooh, I love it when you do it like that And when you're close up, give me the shivers Oh baby, you wanna dance 'til the sunlight cracks And when they say the party's over, then we'll bring it right back (oh no) And we'll say, ooh, I love it when you do it like that And when you're close up, give me the shivers Oh baby, you wanna dance 'til the sunlight cracks And when they say the party's over, then we'll b

Shiv's team member Officer smiled goofily and said to Shiv, "Look, my fiancee is there, on the stage" Shiv looked at the stage as the beam of chasing light fell and landed in the center of the stage. All lights fell in dim as he pierced his gazes to look clearly but he was unable to see anything due to the disco blinking lights. As the music started, all lights sparked and landed on A beautiful girl who was wearing a yellow saree of mirror work dance graceful. Shiv's eyes sank. The girl in yellow saree seemed like a butterfly as Her fingertips moved her wrists, her wrists moved her forearms, her forearms moved her upper body, and her waist slowly swayed up.

he said with a grin. Abeni laughed, her cheeks flushing with a blend of embarrassment and delight. She rose to her feet, letting Dmitry lead her into a slow waltz. The wooden floor of the balcony creaked beneath their feet as they moved in perfect harmony, the warm breeze ruffling their hair. The stars above seemed to spin along with them, and for a moment, Abeni forgot about everything else. She forgot about home, about the miles that still separated them from their new life together. She forgot about the weight of her past, about the pain she had endured. All that mattered was this man, this moment, this dance.

I was glad Dorian didn't lead us over that direction. He glanced there, though, and my eyes followed. "Please tell me you don't want to dance in the pit." "No," he said, his eyes squinting. "It's just - " He shook his head. I followed his gaze, giving the group a closer look. Sharra was there. She twisted and writhed among the dancers. They seemed to swarm around her, like bees in a hive. She would bite one of them on the neck, suck briefly, lick the wound closed and move on.

They got polite claps. Then it was Sylvia’s turn. The music changed to something low and pulsing. Sylvia moved to the center. Her dance was all swaying hips and lingering glances. It was a mating dance, really. She was showing off for Caius, for every man watching. She was skilled, her body bending like a willow, her eyes promising secrets. She finished with a dramatic spin, her arms flung out. The hall clapped, louder than for the others. Men whistled.

Trish was in a good mood, was enjoying the music, and was enjoying the chance to show off. So, for nearly an hour, she danced tirelessly as the teenagers took turns as dance partners. A crowd gathered and started clapping with the music. Trish danced with some of the spectators as well. Yes, it turned out that Eve's "little sex-pot" had become quite the exhibitionist and dance star.

She launches the shards at me all at once. I move fast. Dance isn't just art. It's control over your body. Precision. Timing. I duck under the first wave. Spin past the second. Leap over the third. The shards explode against the floor behind me. Willow's eyes widen. "How...." I land lightly in front of her. "Dance training." Then I punch her. Square in the nose. The crack echoes through the studio. She stumbles backward clutching her face. Blood spills through her fingers.

he shrugs and keeps dancing, and then he stops behind Eden and whispers in his ear, "Dance with me," Eden ignores Hunter's protests and swears, and follows Harvey to the middle of the dancefloor. He tries to copy other people's movements and joins his boss in his dance. In a matter of seconds, his body starts moving at the beat rhythm. In a nightclub, it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not, you just need to enjoy the music and let yourself go.

My wolf whimpered softly in my mind, pressing herself deeper into the darkness to hide from the pain. But then… something flickered inside me. A small ember, glowing faintly in the suffocating darkness. Dance. I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath, and let my feet shift apart. Slowly, I raised my arms above my head, letting my wrists bend delicately as my fingers curled into graceful shapes. My hips swayed gently at first, my body remembering old movements, old dreams buried beneath years of fear and poverty. Gasps filled the hall again, but this time they were different.