Sister Dance Academy Novels & Stories

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!” I shook my head and pushed the button slightly. Mom and Dad finally took me seriously. Their faces turned white, and they stumbled to the floor. “The admission letter is with your sister!” Mom shrieked in a panic, “Are you happy now, you wretch?! Let Lillian go now!” Reflexively, I turned to look at the incinerator. The admission letter that I wanted was right in front of me.

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

She disappeared into the crowd taking Precious with her. The lights came on, hurting my eyes and the music ceased. I saw Luc on the stage and next to her was Precious, grinning like she has just won the lottery. "Our birthday girl," Luc began and I knew I should have ducked and hid, "is not dancing . . ." "So, why don't we force her out here to dance for us!" Precious completed. "Dance! Dance! Dance!" The crowd chanted in one voice. Someone shoved me forward, encouragingly. Soon, I was at the middle of the dancefloor, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

Marissa sobbed through her tears, "Dad, Mom, Gordon, I called you all here today because I'm hoping you can do something about Yelena." That had Dad eyeing me with blatant displeasure. "What humiliating thing did she do this time?" "I've already caught her trying to trick me into giving her Xander's contact information several times. She must think Gordon isn't good enough and wants to steal Xander. I'm her older sister! How could she do this to me?" She then made a huge show of wiping away her tears, appearing all the more pitiful, even as she snuck glances at Gordon. In that moment, I understood—she was trying to rile Gordon up.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

The music shifted into a soft ballroom song, and couples began dancing. Wendy’s mother, mortified, grabbed her daughter by the ear and hauled her upstairs. A moment later, Henry came over, looking shell-shocked. “My sister said she prepared a dance for us. My mom thought it would be a traditional one since she learned it as a kid. We did not expect… that.” Daniel’s friend laughed. “Your sister is a whole disaster, man.” A little while later, Wendy reappeared wearing a pristine white princess dress, freshly changed and freshly scolded.

Sitting I wait, and she looks at me like I'm crazy. "The only clubs I know of are The Stallions, but all but one shut down. There is another one, my sister had her hen party there, think it was Alpha Doms, you could try them? But it's two hours away." "Fine, with me, give me the details," I call through, sitting and explaining what is needed, but it's too late notice. The most they can do is offer one dancer. One! So I tell them I will let them know by tonight.

“Sister, don’t be upset because of his lack of sense. Could I have this dance?” She smiled and tried to let go of her anger. “I’m not upset. How can I, when I get to dance with this handsome younger brother?” “I’m still older than you?” “It does not matter, I’m your senior now. And since we consider this, as your sister-in-law who cares about your future, I have to ask… why aren’t you dancing with Miss Doria yet?”