Tiny Dancer Book Novels & Stories

“Daddy, the ant is tiny,” Daisy said wobbly, smiling and pointing to the picture in the book Victor held. “Yes, it's tiny,” Victor said, yawning, his eyes half-closed from tiredness but he still had to read bedtime stories to his daughter. “Show me the grasshopper too.” Daisy said, flipping the pages of the book with her tiny hands while Victor helped her find it. She abruptly rose up from the bed and started jumping happily, “the grasshopper and the ant.” She kept repeating and laughing.

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

“Lucid, girl. Now, we dance.” END BOOK 1

She put on a smile. "Don't judge a book by its cover. It's being said for ages. How do you know I can't learn Tango?" "Sometimes, a book's cover tells what is inside the book. No need to open. But because of the little one here, I'll just let you show your skills." Vanessa then stood and walked to the designated stage for dancing. He played music, and she started dancing. Lisa face palmed when she saw what her mum was doing. "Seriously?" she muttered.

I take it and blow a cloud of vape smoke into his face, watching it swirl around his grin. Teddy gives me a look. I wink. “Trust me.” He doesn’t—but he follows anyway. I lead them toward the dance floor, where “Austin” by Dasha is blasting and a full-on country line dance is already in motion. I slip into place like I never left. Step forward, heel tap, grapevine left. Pivot. Shuffle back. Clap. Repeat. I throw in a spin, toss my hair, and let the rhythm take over. My boots hit the beat perfectly, hips swaying just enough to catch attention but not too much to miss the next count.

Her moves were childish, unplanned and delicate. The session was so unappealing that Klein released hold of his dick and closely observed the dancer. “ Stop this eyesore! “ He lashed out. Jeane's heart skipped a beat as she obeyed. “ This isn't a preschool dance recital. “ Klein replied. Thane tore a thunderous laughter through the air. “ Should we have a kiddie section for you honey? “ Klein caught sight of the marking drawn on Jeane's forehead. It instantly brought out his artistic side. He rose and walked to her.

, he said, showing off his braced teeth Misty was tall and rather thin with an assuming mustache on the top of his upper lip. Avila forced a smile, even though she knew it was all a facade. Misty didn't care about her, or any of the other dancers. He only cared about the money they brought in. "Thanks, Misty," said Avila, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Two years old taking her first steps, reaching for the camera with chubby fingers, wearing a onesie that said "Mama's Little Monster." Three years old in her first ballet leotard, pink and ruffled, her expression serious, her arms in fifth position, her toes pointed. She had been dancing since she could stand. The instructor said she had natural talent. I knew where she got it from. I didn't say that out loud.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

“It’s titled, ‘A dance of ice and fire’.” The book was the first thing I got after I drank the potion. It’s one of the oldest children's books written on Lycan’s lore. I loved it as a kid, Davies loves it, too. I’m pretty sure she will, too. I want to hope that when she reads it, she will remember me.