Shiver Dance Novels & Stories

Each shiver is a silent confession, and I savor this vertigo I have already sown within him. I reach out, brush his cheek, then his neck, letting my fingers linger gently, as if to awaken a sensation his mind is trying to repress. His eyes close more tightly, his jaw relaxes slightly, and I feel his breath become shorter, warmer. I subtly guide his hands, his arms, each contact a silent signal, an invitation to surrender to the choreography I dictate.

She began to dance a familiar dance before she got pregnant with Noah. Her movements were graceful and ethereal, a stark contrast to the darkness that consumed her. She could see the audience in front of her, admiring her dance as she was on the stage. She was the star of the show. Each pirouette, each leap, was a silent cry for help, a desperate plea for solace. She danced on the edge, a delicate balance between life and death. Her movements were a haunting ballet, a macabre performance for an audience of one: herself.

There was no way it could be right. He saw the panic on my face as the beat kicked in. I recognized the song immediately; it was Shivers. The song was appropriate with the lyrics, it was a quick beat, but my mind went blank. He slid a hand onto the small of my back and placed one of my hands onto his shoulder. He began to sway as the beats picked up; I shook my head trying to clear it. My eyes were fixed on him. I saw him mouthing the lyrics. It was like a light switched on and I grabbed his other hand and kicked into the dance. For a split second I took over the lead until he put me into a spin and took back control. The heat between us picked up and I went with the flow. He pulled me in cl

She had shaved, grabbed a nice long scented bath, shampooed her hair, blew out, flat iron, and curled it with a curling iron to give a loose wave. She had a sheer white shimmering dress that clung to her body to wear for part of the night. She had gotten it from the dancers who would be dancing tonight. There would be a moment when everyone was finished saying a few words, be it goodbyes or heartfelt memories, the pyres were lit, the drums would come on, and the dancers would dance. They call it the dance with the spirits as they usher their fallen ones over to their ancestors. However, the dance with spirit to the drumbeat is very erotic and seductive.

I push the single sofa to the corner and I start to play a music, instantly the soft melodramatic sound of piano filled his office. 'Watch me' I mouthed while gesturing my hand as my body move getting along with the music. I look at Vicenzo through his eyes "I wanna be your light" I whisper softly immitating the first line of the song and then I take a single step forward and lift my left leg moving elegantly before I spin and hug myself. It was a swift move. I'm counting inside my head doing the same contemporary ballet that I always dance in front of my mother's grave.

"Let's dance." "I don't feel like it." She grumbles. "You know you want to." I said. I then started to sing along with Taylor Swift and dancing. As soon as the chorus came on, I began to dance more crazily. I jump up and down, shaking my body and my hands as a gesture of 'shaking it off'. Beth laughs loudly. "What are you doing?" "I'm shaking it off" I reply. "Come and shake it off with me." I gesture to her again.

I look around, and the way everyone is dancing and talking with silky voices is like they are in some kind of trance. Even the feline shifters from earlier have a girl with big breasts pressed between them, and by the way they are dancing, it suggests they are doing something else to their new prized girl. My suspicions are confirmed when one of the shifters shamelessly pulls down the human girl's dress enough to drag her tongue over the marbled nipple, she then opens her mouth wid to suck the tit hard. That has the girl moaning in the middle of the dance floor. Not that the scene scares me, but I look away as it is not my style.

She shook her head making the black silky hairs fall around her shoulders freely. Her feet moved forward pushing the large mass of sweaty bodies away to reach the dance floor. Her body was already swaying to the beat as her lips synched along the lyrics. She was highlighted by the spot light grabbing everyone attention towards her. Her fur coat dropped down onto the floor revealing her bare shoulders and back. She literally shook the floor with her moves and grace. The crowd was whistling and encouraging her for more. Suddenly her body stopped and feet rooted to the spot. She rubbed her eyes to confirm whether she was watching it real or hallucinating.

The place was quiet, except for the early birds here and there. I pushed the entrance doors to the hall I used to dance in, making a smile break on my face as all the memories I'd made in there sprang to mind. The inside of it looked the same too, just like the rest of the campus did. Closing the doors behind me, I returned to the hallway, reading one poster on the wall to the next. As per usual school tradition, there'd be a 'welcome back' dance that coming Friday evening. Where everyone would actually play dress up and let their hair down for the night, before the hard work for the rest of the semester actually began. I looked forward to this. There were countless other ones; some announci

I asked. “Willow,” she chirped. “Vera,” I said, introducing myself to the woman who’s head barely came up to my shoulder. She was a tiny thing dressed in a silk camisole and matching skirt. When we found a spot in the crowd, she started dancing. Her hands were up in the air as her hips swayed back and forth. I glanced around me, but no one was looking. I took a deep breath as the third shot I took washed over me. The clouds were nowhere in sight and a spark of bravery lit up my belly. I put my hands on her hips and started moving to the beat.