Slow Dancing Prom Novels & Stories

The disco balls move different bright colors to red, as the students share a romantic dance. I bite hard on my lips as jealousy burns through me while watching Xander dance with his girl. As stupid as it sounds, I badly want to switch places with her. But since I can’t, it makes my fingers insert deep into my palms. Why am I craving something that I'll never have? As seconds drift into minutes, the slow dance soon comes to an end, and the master of ceremony announces game time. There are two kinds of games at prom– the ones for the nerds and the ones for the naughty ones.

As they enter the prom, held in the grand Ballroom, they're greeted by the sounds of music and laughter, and the sight of their classmates dressed to impress. The group makes their way to the dance floor in the Ballroom, where they're immediately swept up in the excitement of the night. They dance, laugh, and take photos, enjoying every moment of this special evening. The River Regency's luxurious atmosphere and the group's infectious energy create an unforgettable night, one that will be etched in their memories forever. As the night wears on, Sam waits patiently outside the prom venue, enjoying a smoke in the cool evening air, the sound of music drifting from inside. He's lost in thought,

Windy's POV "Windy! Hurry up! The pandesal will be sold out again!" I burst out laughing as I placed the last basket of eggplants at the back of our small tricycle. "Aling Nena, just give me five minutes! The pandesal isn't going to run away." "Three trays are already gone! I'm only waiting for you!" "I'm coming!" I quickly jumped off the tricycle and almost slipped on the muddy ground. The light rain last night had left most of the roads in our village wet and slippery. I immediately stretched my arms to the side to keep myself from falling.

Proper damn grown up shit. Tate grabs my hand and pulls me. “C’mon let’s go, we’ve got a prom to go to.” As we open the door silver and blue balloons cascade down, bright twinkling lights come on and the path is lit up like a starlit sky. “Wow, this is so pretty.” Tate says. Her folks have put a lot of effort and thought into her prom night, it’s so damn adorable. Cute, man. Real cute. “Mommy, Daddy. Thank you so much, it’s beautiful.” She squeezes my hand and I squeeze back. I am loving the way her small palm fits in my big hand, her warmth pulses electricity through my body. She’s intoxicating that’s for sure.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

Mami shrugs. The prom is held at The Palm House in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. The venue is beautiful and the energy is high. We find a table large enough to accommodate our whole group and get ourselves settled before everyone goes to the buffet and we all talk and eat and dance. Ambrose’s hand keeps finding its way to my thigh when we are sitting and while we are dancing he mutters sweet nothings in my ear while kissing my neck and cheek and lips. “You are so sexy yourself, baby!” I whisper back as I kiss his jaw.

Lia grabbed two without missing a beat and handed me one, clinking her glass against mine mid-conversation. “To the best night ever,” she chirped. I took a small sip as we stood there in our little circle, chatting about who was wearing what, some silly gossip, and whether the DJ was actually good or just loud. More compliments kept rolling in between sips, more people drifting over to say hi, and before I knew it, the lights dimmed, the music slowed, and the DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Alright, prom court! Time for the first official dance of the night. Grab your dates and let’s get this floor moving!”

“I know what you are going to say. Take as much time as you want but come with a positive reply. Give me a chance and I will make you the happiest woman in the world.” After they finished having the snack, Liam extended his hand for Sophia to dance. The light went dim on the dance floor. A slow Christmas song was playing in the stereo and both of them were dancing to the tune. After some time, Sophia felt dizzy. She did not even have the wine. What was happening to her?

The school hall room had been transformed into a glittering wonderland, twinkling lights, a massive disco ball, and a dance floor packed with students. Elena swayed to the music with Jeremy, her assigned prom partner, his hands politely at her waist. She tried to pay attention during the ride, laughing politely at Jeremy’s attempts at small talk. But inside, her mind was elsewhere. “You okay?” David asked, frowning. “You keep checking your phone.” Elena tucked it back into her clutch. “Nothing, just waiting for something.” “Elena Carter!” someone called from the crowd. She turned to find Sofia waving excitedly. “Girl, that dress is a crime! You’re turning this whole prom into your runway.”

"Does that mean you're as good as mine?" "I'm always yours, Ciara" "Good, then it's settled. Regardless of whatever happens, we are going to Alena's prom on Friday" "As parents?" "No. As a couple" Jonathan let out a short laugh, "What?. Aren't we a bit too old for prom?" "I never got to attend one and I would like to attend this one. Alena even got us tickets Jonathan groaned. "I can't dance" "You're in luck. I also can't dance so we might as well go disgrace ourselves"