Tanjiro Dad Dance Novels & Stories

Oh, those two little devils. "If he ever makes you cry, or cheats on you, or hurts you– you know your way back to our house, Demani..." her father said emotionally as he danced with her on the makeshift stage surrounded by tables. It was their father-and-daughter dance, and he was holding her tightly, like he didn’t want to let her go. “Dad... I believe Van wouldn’t do that to me. At least not intentionally.” “I hope so. And I do trust him, my child.” Her father smiled again, his eyes full of emotion. “Ahh, you look so beautiful today, Demani. I can no longer see my baby girl in you.”

— Why don't you go dancing, Noah? — I like watching... — I can? Andrew walks over, holding his hand out to me. — Of course. says my dad kissing my cheek before pulling away. He takes my hand and places the other on my waist as he slowly spins me around the room. — I didn't say I wanted to dance with you! — I say, he smirks. — You know it's no use hating me, your parents love me, especially Uncle Moriam! — They don't love you, they do it to tease me! — I answer, he continues with that damn smile that I hate, he squeezes my waist while we dance, I look at him with the intention of complaining, but something in his eyes makes my heart race.

Chapter Fifteen "History repeats itself." And then Mommy smiled bitterly as she looked at Jiro and Aria dancing. Aria was holding two fire balls while Jiro was behind her and holding both of her hips. He is slowly grinding Jiro's back and just by staring at them I know both of them are turned on because of that erotic dance that Aria we're doing. Mom kissed me on my cheeks. "It's never too late Hija, you can find someone else." Mommy told me and then she left me.

I guess he was always like that so I didn't bother as well and just looked at his brother performing on stage. Rhyme stopped seeing even if he was keeping up with the guitar. "Dad is looking at Mom, eh," he commented while looking at his parents. Everyone shared laughter. "Dad," he called Tito Miguel. "Since it's your birthday, a dance is a good shared gift with Mom, right?" And that's the cue. Another song was played by the technical team as Rhyme went off the stage. When Tito Migs and Tita Doms stood to dance in the center of the crowd, Meter and Ania followed them.

He proudly shouted and the entire crowd clapped their hands while I saw my dad wipe his tears, and I could tell everyone was happy for us. "Hey, relax, I am fine Ashton," I said after my husband announced I could no longer dance. "Seriously? You can't do this to me, my love, I have to dance with my father, my brother, your grandfather, your dad, and your brothers!" I added, and I couldn't believe he will be like this, and I don't know if I will laugh or cry, but he looked so adorable protecting me like I was a fragile glass.

He fell off the female dancer who was brave enough to twerk her waist and dance erotically before him. Shaking my head, I rose from the couch and hurried over to answer my phone. I knew that I wouldn't dare to dance like that just to win a man's heart. Not even for the triple L. When I picked up my phone, my heart flew to my lungs when I saw four missed calls from my Dad. He had called me in the morning when I went to the warriors' training camp. My phone rang, and Dad was calling me again on a video call. "Hello, Dad," I greeted him with a smile after I answered his call.

Felt too vulnerable under his unashamed scrutiny. He wasn’t smiling or frowning. He was just standing there, witnessing me dance for the moon, but again, for some reason, I felt like I was dancing for him. Something was definitely different about this man. When my dance ended, I took a bow. The crowd erupted into cheers. I stole a look at the man again and he wasn’t in that spot anymore. “Perfect, my daughter! Perfect!l” my father exclaimed. “I had no doubt God Anubis will accept your offering.”

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

Ethan snapped out of his daze, forcing a weak smile. "Just not feeling up to it lately." Linda stirred her creamy mushroom soup with a silver spoon, her voice warm and motherly. "Young men—you work too hard, forget to take care of yourselves." "Don't end up like your father. Running himself ragged day and night, skipping meals like they're nothing." Gerald tapped his knuckles on the table, the sound sharp and rhythmic, cutting through the silence. His gaze swept over father and son, cold and unyielding.