Tails Dance Novels & Stories

…Trayton POV… Just then, we see two hotties coming up the stairs. The one girl completely knocks my breath away, and believe me; I don’t get knocked that easily. Her long locks of brown hair lay over her shoulders like a waterfall. The tightness of her dress folds perfectly around her curves. She has long, slender legs, but god, it is not the legs; it is the red stilettos that holds them up.

Maya Cyrus counted the tickets for the second time before putting them into their envelopes. There were five tickets in total and she intended on giving them to her parents, siblings and Wanda at dinner later that day. The tickets were for a production by the American Ballet Theatre where she was a ballerina. Maya's interest in ballet was noticed first by her mother when she was six, and she joined an academy when she was seven. Maya served as an apprentice and joined some of the Ballet Theatre's production as a corps de ballet dancer but when she turned sixteen, she joined the theatre officially.

He said and chuckled at his own words. "Your mother is here, Christian." Belle said to me and I looked around to find her talking to my father, uncle and cousin. "Well enjoy yourselves guys, we'll surely talk again before the ceremony is over. You owe me a dance Nat." "Sure thing. Come find me when you are ready." She replied. I saluted to her and walked away with Belle's hand in my free one. My mother was dressed in silver, the stones radiating with the light making her glow like the chandelier used to decorate the halls.

"You understand, Gina?" She ignored his question. Instead, she asked, "You know what Casey and I've been up to?" The two women had decided to teach themselves different dances over the long months of isolation at the compound. Their favourite had been the tango; a beautiful, passionate and difficult dance. They had taken turns in the leading and following roles, learning all the steps, sometimes serious, sometimes erupting into hysterical fits of laughter. Though they probably should have realized they'd been discovered, they thought their activities were secret, their only audience a baby that couldn't tell on them yet.

“I hope you don't get me up to speed, Celeste. - He says and I look at him with false understanding. “I think you're confusing things. I'm not you. He looks at me seriously and I almost see flames in his eyes. Ginny appears and touches him, breaking the anger between us. “Honey… time for the bride and groom dance. Let's go! I nodded, not even breaking the glare my dad and I shared. Gina reached out and pulled me along, leading me away from my dad and into the open, empty space to fill only at tango time. tango, the warm dance that brings together years of tradition. What is also mandatory to learn until the steps are perfect and the dance is magnificent. Kaanadan approached from the other si

She tried to make her soulmate, Philly, change from his killing ways since his heart has been cold. She succeeded and try to teach him a secret dance she didn't show Nora. Teaching Philiy the steps one after the other makes Daisy happy. Everything was normal until Philiy disappeared one night and came back more dangerous than before and to Daisy surprised, he has magic. An old dangerous powerful Ninja resurface claiming Philly as hers and would stop at nothing to get him. Craig returned more deadly than before. Daisy has to prove her love for Philly with one Final Dance. A Dance With Daisy (My Cold Hearted Killer) Book 2

I can't help but smile back as he gently lowers me back to the ground, and we move in perfect sync. When I was getting dressed to come here, I never imagined or planned to dance a waltz. Surprisingly, my outfit, consisting of a high-waisted black tulle skirt, a cropped white top with thick straps that conceals my tattoo while leaving part of my midriff exposed, and dark blue fine-heeled combat boots, matches the style of dance perfectly.

"You look stunning." Tasha smiled nervously. "Thanks, Debs." "You got this, girl. Just remember: he might be tall and delicious, but you're the damn prize." Tasha laughed. "Say that again while I'm not sweating through my bra." “Now go knock him dead.” Tasha descended the staircase slowly. Her peach dress caught the candlelight, flowing like silk around her legs. Her curls were soft waves tumbling past her shoulders. Joseph looked up the moment he heard her steps, and he froze.

"Then tonight, we dance like kings and queens of a dying world." Talana took his arm, and together, they stepped back into the fire. The first dance of the new empire.

Fallon nodded repeatedly as he followed her into the room. He turned to Michael, who was behind him, and introduced her, “This is the famous dancer Tatiana I often tell you about.” “What?” Micheal’s eyes widened in surprise. “This is the one who created ‘A Dance of Tears’?” “Indeed! The dance she casually performed back then has now become part of the curriculum. We old-timers used to say that Tatiana’s dance could be considered a classic, destined to be passed down through generations.”“What a pity…”