Sister Dance Academy Novels & Stories

A scarf of the same color secured her auburn hair in a bun, drawing it up and away from the sleek white column of her neck. I was riveted by the smooth flex of Renee's thigh as she moved her lower body languidly against her partner. Only when their kiss broke did I have the presence of mind to duck out of sight, and peek through the doorway. So, my sister wasn't as shy as I'd thought. At least, not around her dance instructor. I guessed that's who he was, anyway. Or some guy she'd met at a recital. Either way, I had the strong and sure feeling that nobody else in the family knew about this.

She was seeking my opinion but I could have, of course, chosen my brother. "Rodion, can you dance with me?" She finally broke the silence. "No, I–" "I will dance with my brother." I interrupted my husband and went to my brother. "Looks like it's you and me?" A tiny voice called. It was Isabella, Carina's sister, who walked to Akim. "I hate you but I won't mind a dance." "Little miss, can you go play, I am not in the mood." Akim coldly dismissed her.

I was about to decline him but he suddenly grab my hand and lead me to the center. Fuck! I stood still, and the man laughed. "You do not have to look so embarrassed." He said when I went crimson-red. "I am not a very good dancer, I am afraid," I said and tried my best to avoid stepping on his toe. He chuckled. "As the owner of Sinister Club, I can vouch for that." He said and I gaped at him. Sinister Club was the most prestigious dance academy. Every aspiring dancer wanted to get in.

"Remember, I'm an Omega. We don't get into Noctem Lunae. We don't compete to become Luna. That's only for the Alpha- and Beta-borns." "That's right," my sister Anice quips from the other side of the room. She's stationed near the window, filing her nails for the dance tonight. A dance we're all meant to attend. It's the last Harvest Moon of the year, so we're celebrating. "That has to be some mistake. Lilieth, a Luna? She can't even kill a fly!"

You can't afford to show them a single weakness. And on we went to the dance floor next; the Reveldronian Royal's way of dancing was a more peculiar than the rest of the crowd. Even though you are on your heels, you have to be always on your tiptoes as you danced. I don't exactly know how to well describe it but it was very complicated to say the least. You have to get the hang of things after you first start your dancing lessons. When I first did start my lessons I had a kind of body ache that was unique all on its own. It was the kind of pain that made you feel someone was stretching your muscles out of your bones. You just felt like why are you even alive! I wanted to applaud the Mummy si

My sister said, and I can feel the sadness in the tone of her voice, and I pity my sister, and I wonder what our father did to Dexter as well. "Can I have this dance with Ashton, Isabelle?" I heard Lauren's voice, and when I looked at her, I could see her pleading eyes, and even if I didn't want to dance with her, I couldn't embarrass her in front of all the guests. "Sure!" My sister said, and I released Isabelle from my hold, and I turned to Lauren, and I slowly put my hands on her tiny waist. And I can't deny she looked so lovely tonight, but as we started dancing, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Megan's angelic face and her beautiful smile that always makes my heart swells with

I don't know what they call the dance is, but she makes me want to learn it. I look around and notice that some male freshmen are already drooling over her, even the female population. Including me. In short, I didn't expect that this university had an Adriana Lima who can dance. "She's Cassandra," one the sophomore girls who run the booth explains to me, who obviously has been star struck. "She's one of our best dancers. We conduct training and practices every week. Are you interested to join?" I laugh in disbelief, shaking my head. There's no way that I can become a pro like her. Dancing isn't one of my best abilities.

“Enough already! I heard you at first, you need not repeat yourself! I am sick and tired of you and everyone else! Yes I am a servant but I am not your door mat. You are servant as well head mistress or the queen’s personal helper you’re still a royal dog Saida. If I can do the dirty work even you can do it. Just leave me alone!” Saida gulped straightening her blouse and held her head high. “You should start working we don’t have much time,” her voice was high pitched in fear and she cleared her throat to make it sound better. “I also wanted to tell you that you will be one of the dancers in the music ceremony tonight.” “Wh…what? Me, part of the dancers? From where will I get the money to pu

Sahara reasoned as well, her little sister was too wild and she feared that her wild nature might cause harm to her. "Reina looks delusional to me. Don't worry, I will be ready for the mate dance" Tamara faked a smile "Thank you" Sahara smiled back, satisfied that she had been able to convince her to go to the mate dance. The mate dance was compulsory for the royals but she knew her sister all too well , Tamara might try to find a way to escape going to the mate dance. "Well, good night sister, I better get some rest so that I can help with the mate dance preparation tomorrow" Tamara says to dismiss her sister.

I burrow further into my blanket, thoroughly enjoying the show these two are putting on. Dad glances up from the newspaper he's reading on his tablet. "She's a hockey player, girls, not a dancer. Totally different skill set." My sisters laugh before continuing to beg me to join them. Even though I'm nowhere near their level, I decide to give it my best shot. And just like I expected, I'm terrible. Horrible, even. I can dance my ass off at a frat party with a bunch of drunken college students, but next to my sisters who have serious skills, I look like an uncoordinated clod. For the most part, I'm just swinging my arms and legs around.