Snap Yo Fingers Dance Wedding Novels & Stories

Everyone in the city knows Nathan Cooper only agreed to marry me because he had no choice. No matter how many times I tried to seduce him over the past seven years, he would just run his fingers over his rosary beads. Never once had he shown a trace of desire in his eyes. It isn't until that night, when I see him answer a long-distance call from his first love. Upon hearing her voice, Nathan loses control. It's as if heat was surging through his body like a live wire. The next day, Lily Hunt flies back. Nathan shoves me out of the car and drives off to pick her up. As I fall from the bridge and lose my memory, news of Nathan's proposal to his beloved sets the whole city ablaze. The next day, he shows up late to the hospital. As Nathan stands by my bedside, he says he will marry me, but only if he can hold a wedding ceremony with Lily. Then, he announces the wedding date. I lean against his bitter enemy, Luke Patton, and look at Nathan in confusion. "Sorry, who are you?"

I was dancing in my bedroom when the door open by Dominic and suddenly the music stopped I turned around and smiled shyly "Is there a problem Mr. Russo ? " yes there is a problem, your shaking your ass when you be should be paying attention to my daughter " I hanged my head in embarrassment as he stared down at me " I'm sorry Mr. Russo but Emily is asleep and I got caught up in the music while I was studying. How stupid of me I should have locked the door properly "Its ok but to make it up to me I want you to do that same dance you were doing" what? did he just ask me to dance for him. "Ok" I pressed the play button on the the laptop, I started to dance then it and the music stopped again. "No no I want you to dance you to dance on me" I was shocked, did my boss/ Mafia king asked me to dance on him. "Ook" He walked over to the chair and sat down I started the music again before walking towards him and climbed over him. Before I could start he grabbed my hips and pulled down so I was sitting on his lap. "Start" He demanded. I then started grinding on him slowly moving my hips to the beat, I sudden felt him getting hard as it poked my heat. "Your playing a dangerous game Mr. Russo" I said as I danced on him.

The first time I attended my girlfriend Joyce's friend gathering, after a few rounds of drinks, her male best friend pulled her onto his lap. With a cigarette dangling between his fingers, he grinned. "Call me daddy!" Instead of getting offended, Joyce leaned into him, helpless but indulgent, and said, "Daddy." I froze, scowling, but she waved me off without a care. "It's just a joke! Lucius always never cared for the rules, and everyone knows we have a father-daughter vibe, okay? Don't get it all twisted, Henry! Aren't you a man?" Lucius became even more provocative, throwing a smoke ring at me. "Yo, son-in-law! Aren't you going to bow to me? Come on, kneel and offer me a drink, and your dad's got your back!" Everyone at the table burst into laughter as they waited to see me lose my temper and make a scene. I just smiled, meeting Joyce's impatient gaze with an excited expression. "That's great! I like the way you think, so why don't you call me daddy too?"

“A ruthless man he was, wore a halo of insanity. He made death dance on his fingers like a puppet, wings of obsession made him soar high in cruelty. Crumbled to pieces was everything that came his way and he trampled upon beating hearts, but fallen, he was at his girl's mercy who made him feel and cry at fate's cruel play and had him beg for mercy with a single dart.” . . . A two-year relationship was torn apart by a single mistake when Delilah caught her boyfriend to be with another woman. The betrayal pushed them apart and Delilah learned to live without him. But fate played its cards when Delilah was brought back to her ex-boyfriend but this time, at his mercy. Shocked by the revelation that dawned upon her, she now feared him, and the more she tried to get away, the more he was tempted to keep her with him. Never knew fate would make her cry with tears of blood when she learned the cruel side of his ex-boyfriend who wanted to keep her captive. Vicious was his way of loving, after all. . . . “Why are you doing this to me?! What’s wrong I ever did to you!?” “Oh, sweetheart, trust me, you did so wrong by walking into my life. And now, I’m not willing to let you go.”

Everyone in the Rossi family knows that their Don, Giovanni Rossi, loves me, Rebecca Costa, more than anyone else. Ever since we got together, he has stopped attending any social events that involve other women. We promised to marry once he returns from negotiating a dangerous arms deal in Aelfana. He was supposed to come back a week before the wedding, but instead, he returned on the eve of the wedding with Rosa Bianchi, his stepsister, in his arms. Rosa was unconscious, and traces of intimacy were visible on her skin. Giovanni kneeled before me, his expression remorseful. "Rebecca… I was drugged. I never meant to betray you. When Rosa threw herself at me, I thought she was you." And I believed him. At least, I did until I overheard a conversation in the changing room backstage at our wedding. One of his men asks, in disbelief, "Did you really mistake her for Rebecca?" "I did for the first night. But for the rest of the week… well, a man ought to have his bit of freedom before getting married." My fingers clench around my phone. In my inbox sits an unopened message—a marriage invitation from Angelo Calavaro, the most enigmatic Don in southern Ilya's underworld. I know what I have to do.

After my elder sister lost her sanity, her engagement with the Crawfords was passed on to me. I joyfully married my long-time sweetheart, only to spend the wedding night alone. Because of this, I became the laughingstock of the capital. Later on, I uncovered my sister’s secret, so she ran me over with her car and dumped my body in the woods. When I opened my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day when the engagement was swapped. William Crawford cradled my deranged sister in his arms and kissed her fingers affectionately. “No matter what happens to you, you’ll always be my love, Whitney.” This time, I turned and agreed to the marriage proposal of Jonathan Gray, the infamous tycoon with a violent temper and who’s rumored to be impotent. While he asked for my hand in marriage, William cried for me to return to his side.

Nine-year-old Sidhiel hated himself. He was always caught by Kalyx in a very embarrassing situation, resulting in Kalyx teasing him. And when he tries to retort or snap back, he gets embarrassed even more. It's either he can't even say a word or he stutters! Kalyx said that maybe, Sidhiel got a crush on him. Could that be true?

“There’s no sleeping and cuddling, Robyn. Just fu*king. I will f*ck you hard and fast. I will f*ck you until I lose interest in you. I will f*ck you every night. I’ll make sure you beg for more. That’s for a year. You will be naked in bed for 365 nights. After that, your debt is paid. I will forget you existed. Unless you have my three million dollars right now, then you have no choice but to bend to my will.” *** One night is supposed to be fun, not waking up sold to the highest bidder. Before I knew it, my boss, the beast with an ice-cold heart and a nightmare to work for, bought me and owned my very existence, turning me into his little bird in his golden gilded cage with impossible choices until I agreed to his dark bargain. Being at the mercy of a man like Spade Kolby with wealth, power, and an enigmatic past as dark as the night, I soon realized that having your boss save your life comes with a price. Nothing’s free. The only way to pay my debt is to be his wife and surrender my freedom. But the second our skins touch, there’s fire. The longer I try to resist his scorching touch and fight his death grip on my heart, the harder it gets, and I know nothing good comes out of falling for him.  Knowing the unimaginable consequences of escaping— how a snap of his fingers can destroy me, his words can rip me apart, and the unbreakable bond that binds us. After all, maybe once he gets what he wants, his obsession with me stops. Or maybe he’s not as cruel as I imagined him to be.

While I've been unconscious for 12 days after getting into a car crash, I end up spending 12 years wandering in my dreams. In my dreams, I play the role as the fake mafia principessa. I've committed all atrocious crimes for the sake of my lover, Marcello Gallo, only for him to expose me in front of everyone on our wedding day. In the end, I freeze to death on the streets. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Marcello brings the real principessa, Viviana Sabato, home. He's still gazing at me as sincerely as he did in the past. But I know that in the future, he will cross his fingers while making our vows before the priest. Even if I have to go through everything one more time, I know that I must give up on Marcello no matter how genuine his feelings are for me right now.

My parents' enemy kidnapped me and live-streamed cutting off my fingers, just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire internet was searching for my parents. But what no one knew was that the police chief on the live connection was my real father. At that very moment, he was on a beach in Havai, lighting fireworks for his adopted son. And on their barbecue table, the live stream of my fingers being cut off was playing. Later, I survived long enough to be rescued, and I reached out with my severed fingers, wanting to touch my parents. But they recoiled in disgust and, without so much as a backward glance, took their adopted son out for steak. What they never realized was that hidden inside my severed fingers was something that would make them regret everything.