Versus Dance Novels & Stories

“Beauty lies in the eyes of its beholder. Every girl looks prettier than me on TikTok…” “That’s just an issue with your aesthetic preference…” Josh said. Josh didn’t even bother glancing at those ladies. He only had eyes for Annabeth. “No… I really do envy these ladies for dancing so well…” Annabeth said. “Aren’t you pretty good at dancing too?” Josh asked. Annabeth blushed. “Oh, stop it. It’s not the same.” “It indeed isn’t… The type of dancing is different…” Josh said. “You dance for your husband in the bedroom, while they dance for people on the streets,” Josh added.

He is daring me to refuse him. I choose not to rise to his bait, instead graciously accepting his request and we walk to the dance floor where we dance a waltz. I don't enjoy being in his arms, he is rough with his hands and his touch is clammy. He also doesn't have the natural grace that my other dance partners have had. He is certainly no match for Drake who is clearly in a league of his own. We finish dancing and he goes to get a drink. At this point another prince asks me to dance, this time it's a foxtrot. Not wanting to be rude I accept and when the dance is done Lance wants to dance again.

On the grand stage adorned with elaborate designs, Averil, clad in her white "battle dress," danced confidently, completely unaware of what was happening. In the backstage control room, Julian’s gaze was glued to a different livestream. On the screen, a fiery red figure moved gracefully, needing neither lights nor stage effects. Her presence alone transformed the essence of dance into something raw and breathtaking. Meanwhile, the viewership of the show’s official livestream was plummeting. Like Julian, audiences were abandoning it in droves, flocking instead to the private livestream.

Levi coloured instantly, shooting a warning glance at his teacher. The teacher laughed. “Oh dear!” He exclaimed. Then, he took my arm. “Walk with me, darling.” I looked back at Levi. He was red now, running his hands restlessly through his hair. “You can’t dance wearing your uniform, you know. I want to teach you a very passionate dance.” A nervous laugh escaped me. “I thought we were just learning basic waltz.” The man rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes. But that is just boring. There is chemistry between you - and it deserves to be explored on the dancefloor.”

I don't know if it was my soreness or my inability to understand why that made me blurt out, "Why am I doing a workout routine instead of dancing?" "What are the five elements that all forms of dance and creative movement have in common?" he answered my question with one of his own. Utterly confused I started listing: "body, action, space, time and energy." "Good. We're working on the body element first." He said, looking at me like I should've known this already. And I should've. It was after all part of my early days junior year theory. I didn't know what it was that had put me in such a horrible mood. I couldn't tell if it was my insufficient sleep, the email from my mother or the dream a

The gentle moonlight made her look like a lost siren. What clarifies Flora's mind was dancing. And she needed to transform all those unborn thoughts into moves so they could go out. Vlad didn't know what kind of dance that was. She looks as if she is flowing. It was not a specific genre. It was a mix of classic ballet, traditional Chinese dancing, and modern dancing. It was something different, spontaneous, and extremely beautiful. Just like the dancer. "Child"

James said and took her outstretched hand. When they took the dancefloor the other dance couples stood and watched. The way they moved was like watching two sword fighters dueling. Jenna moved like a cat, and Ronan calling her a jaguar I thought it was quite appropriate. Both of them stalked the other, the rhythm taking control, making the dance more personal, passionate. Almost like a quarrel between lovers and it made me feel jealous. Yes, there’s no denying it. I was jealous. “They fit well together, don’t they?” Grandfather Barrington threw fat on the fire. He watched me with a smirk, and I wanted to slap that damn smirk right off his old face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you this evening. We would like to showcase the talent and unity of our school community by presenting a beautiful dance performance by two extraordinary mothers. Please give a warm welcome to Maria and Li-lah!" As Ms. Rodriguez's voice echoed through the hall, the spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating Maria, resplendent in a vibrant red bachata dance dress. Her slender figure exuded confidence as she stood tall and poised, ready for the performance. Next to her, Li-lah stood in a sharp suit, her hair neatly styled and her demeanor exuding strength. As the music began to play, the crowd was transported into a world of mesmerizing moveme

etc. the whole time Roberth looked at his ex-wife as she read the legal settlement documents, paying attention to any detail that might go unnoticed. He watched her serious posture for anything that betrayed the sadness on her face, instead, there was a seriousness and serenity that he had never seen before. Sarah looked at the documents full of minimally satisfactory clauses.

“What? No.” Damien’s answer came immediately. “I don’t dance.” I stared at him. “You danced at your wedding.” His eyes flicked toward mine. “That was different.” Victoria turned to me. “Well, then you ask him.” My eyes widened. “I’m perfectly happy sitting here.” “Nonsense.” She waved a dismissive hand. “You’ve both worked so hard this week. One dance won’t kill either of you.” “It really isn’t necessary,” I said quickly.