Tails Dance Novels & Stories

"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…”

We all followed his line of cry, indicating to our clans we had commenced our ceremony to my womanhood and the time I could meet my mate. Elder Cameo gave me his hand, which I took as we walked to the nearest part of the center in front of the band. He said, “I shall have your first dance, and after is your husband, as your father is not here to give away his full control, for he has to uphold. You have proven to be the true identity of a Queen, which a Queen of my clan must have, as my respect for your mature age will bring you all of my wisdom, the wisdom my centuries have come to obtain by hard work, the persistence of anguish, until the end of your living days, and if you please?” I smil

When Ted made it home that evening, Daisy was there to greet him. She wore a little sun dress with a flare skirt that hit mid-thigh. There was a satiny dark pink, mauve like sash wrapped around her waist. Her small feet were strapped in wedge heeled sandals. Her toes painted a soft sparkling pink the same color as the sash at her waist. Ted sighed in wonder that she was always so prettily put together. His Daisy always appeared fresh and sweet, and innocent.

"To celebrate the end of a victorious tournament, and to show the eternal strength of our pack, it is time for the traditional Royal Waltz. King Dominic and Luna Adeline will lead the opening dance!" My stomach did a violent flip. ‘Oh, yes!’ Tara cheered. ‘Time to shine, Adeline! Go get our man.’ “He isn't our man,” I reminded her, panic spreading through my veins. “He hates me, remember? And I don't even know how to do a traditional royal waltz! I’m going to step on his feet.” ‘Then step on them hard. He deserves it anyway. But not too much, of course.’ Dominic stood up from his throne, his towering frame immediately drawing every eye in the room. He turned to face me, extending his large h

Sophia, caught in the dance, felt a magnetic pull, a connection that went beyond the physical. As they swayed to the passionate beat, the chemistry between them intensified. The tango's seductive rhythm mirrored the growing attraction between Alexander and Sophia. Each step, each movement, spoke volumes, expressing a shared language only they understood. As the music reached its crescendo, so did the intensity of their dance. In the midst of the heated dance, their eyes locked, exchanging a language of desire and unspoken emotions. Alexander's gaze held a promise, a silent declaration that reverberated through the pulsating rhythm of the tango.

I ducked back behind the pillar and waited for the next actor to roll in with his part. I gave myself a count of three before peeking back at the scene, catching Ned Eclair walking into the thick of things, his flashy black hair gelled back to perfection. Rae’s jaw dropped open when Ned stopped Lincoln and began to demonstrate a better jig. Despite my obvious loyalty to Rae, the man did look just like Riverdance with his pointed toes and bouncy joints. When he spun with a giant leap and showed Rae his back, she dropped her head back and laughed. His shirt was bright red satin with the On Your Toes logo in the middle of the back, along with Ned’s idea of a good business slogan, The best dance

he said with a grin. Abeni laughed, her cheeks flushing with a blend of embarrassment and delight. She rose to her feet, letting Dmitry lead her into a slow waltz. The wooden floor of the balcony creaked beneath their feet as they moved in perfect harmony, the warm breeze ruffling their hair. The stars above seemed to spin along with them, and for a moment, Abeni forgot about everything else. She forgot about home, about the miles that still separated them from their new life together. She forgot about the weight of her past, about the pain she had endured. All that mattered was this man, this moment, this dance.

So I hear her voice behind the wall before she entries. Suddenly, the lights explode in front of me, giving me a glimpse of the woman who suddenly appears on the other side of the glass. Mitchell... it really is her. I just can't see her face because she's wearing a pink mask. She's dressed in a different outfit to the one I see her wearing every day. Different from her navy blue suit. She's wearing a dark leather vest. A skirt that comes down to her knees and black tights that cover them. A pink gala mask covers his face and all I can see are his beautiful lips, thin nose and brown hair. Holding a pole dance pole, she begins her elegant performance. Daisy, as she is called here, wraps hers