Sister Dance Academy Novels & Stories

She didn't need her mother seeing her and asking her what she had in the bag with her. Neither her father nor Addison actually knew that the dance academy that she had registered at was for male only. That's actually the kind of dance that she was interested in.

I tried to avoid her missteps, but she was unpredictable, stepping on my feet every few steps. “I want to talk to you,” I repeated gently. “Maybe next time, Jay,” she smiled just as Mickey stepped up from behind me. “Can I ask my sister for a dance?” he asked. I stopped and stepped aside, letting Jenny dance with her brother. I sat down, my feet aching. “I won’t lie, she really punishes you,” Brian laughed. “Normally, they’d dance perfectly in sync,” he added, responding to the questioning looks around the table.

“Do they make you say that every time you talk about them?” I bristled, unable to help it. “The Global Traveling Dance Academy of Performing Arts,” I corrected. She giggled some more. “It’s one of the most prestigious dance academies in the world.” “Sure,” Annabelle said. “Well, we watched that DVD performance that you sent Mom. Hate to say it, but it all just looks like ballet to me. I mean, really good ballet. But just ballet.” I shrugged, looking down at my hands. I didn’t know what to say to that. I knew that no one here in Aberdeen would ever understand anything about my life as a dancer. They would never understand just how much I had sacrificed or why I had made those sacrifices at al

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

"Last night was wild, Athena. You missed out." "I doubt it," I said with an eye roll. "Just a bunch of sweaty bodies and hormonal teens dancing to crappy music, right?” She scrolled through her phone, showing me several photos of herself dancing center stage. In one picture, she struck a pose with her tongue out. In another, she was caught mid-spin, her ginger hair whipping around her face. Her brother had a powerful, soulful voice, while Mia had effortless dance skills. Her talent was so impressive that everyone—friends, family, and even strangers—would often encourage her to pursue a dance career, warning her not to stray from her true calling.

Her dad owns a dance studio and that's where they met. "I Wish that I Could Hurt that Way" played and Mackayla's dad danced with Zarria. "Three Chords and the Truth" played and Mackayla walked to Blake he handed Brenda to Carson when she asked him to dance. He stood and easily pulled her into his arms. She heard her sister snicker a bit before she saw David pull Mari into his arms and dance too. Mackayla rested her head on Blake's chest as his hand curved around her hip the other one resting lightly on her back just above her butt. "Does this mean our deal is over or just suspended?" Blake whispered low and

"We don't need to be a couple to do a couple dance. A normal partner is also enough," "And do you think anybody would want to dance with your ugly a#s?" Nicklaus glared at his chuckling sister, at her mocking words. "Don't worry, our Seraphina will gladly do it, right Seraphina?" Seraphina shrugged her head and answered. "Sorry but I don't know how to do a couple dance," "It's okay. I'll teach you, let's go," Nicklaus insisted but she denied. "I don't want to," "Please, Seraphina and besides I don't want to dance with this creepy sister of mine,"

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

"And that's the youngest brother." The youngest brother was still very young, maybe nine years old. He stood by his mother's side, holding onto her hand for dear life. He looked very nervous, but he did not speak at all. "And the sister?" I asked Tessa. "I don't think she's here." She shrugged. I eyed her suspiciously. "When did you suddenly become an expert?" I asked. Tessa looked positively bored out of her mind. "My mentor thought that I had the dancing thing figured out already, so she instead gave me the rundown on who was who." She shuttered involuntarily. "It was like being back in high school, except I did not know any of the answers and my teacher was Satan."

She was standing in a garden, surrounded by rose bushes and sunlight. "That's my sister," Dante said. "Amara. She's getting married in one month." Zara looked up at him. Confusion flickered across her face. "I don't understand. What does that have to do with me?" "My sister needs a dance instructor. For the wedding. For the reception." He paused. "She has been dreaming of her first dance since she was a little girl. And I want her to have it. I want to give her that moment of joy, even if the world around us is falling apart."