Versus Dance Novels & Stories

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

With the mellow sound of the stereo, she started dancing. She was still holding his hands while she danced. She smiled at him again and lured him to dance with her. He swayed a little just so she wouldn't be upset. They dance along with the sweet music on the stereo but the way she dances has suddenly changed. It became seductive and he felt his need.

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!

, 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."

My, you certainly know how to move that body of yours," she remarked, her voice laced with admiration and intrigue. She cast a lingering glance back at Victor, her hips swaying rhythmically, captivated by the smooth, seductive flow of his movements. His dance was mesmerizing—each step a flawless expression of artistry that ignited a fire within her. It was undeniable; she had never witnessed such intoxicating dance moves before. Although she recognized that their relationship was still in its infancy, the magnetic pull of his performance drew her deeper into the moment.

Cassius whispered with a glared. Shivers ran down on her spine while staring at Cassius’ cold eyes. Unlike other couple who are staring at each other with love, they are looking at each other like cat and mouse. Harriet gulped her nervousness and looked at her feet instead. Then they started to move again. Maybe, staring at her feet helped because she does not step on Cassius shoes anymore. The “Dance of Love”, as it is called, Bolero has the romantic essence of the three dance forms Rumba,

He stood tall and majestic, yet his movements were fluid, elegant—almost reverent. Finally, Danice accepted his hand, and they continued to dance in harmony. The rapid tempo softened into a slower, more intimate rhythm. The space between them diminished until they seemed to move as one. The audience watched in stunned silence. No one spoke as they witnessed the two communicating through their dance—wordless yet profound. A majestic king courting a goddess. One was cold, intimidating, and commanding; the other, warm, graceful, and ethereal. Yet, in the end, the two drew close. Each step flowed seamlessly into the next, their rhythm in perfect unity.

“I’m cutting in.” It isn’t a request. Davis stops and looks at me. I nod. He slowly backs away with a bow, his eyes hot and fierce on Tobias’s face. Tobias pulls me close and takes over the dance in the same sense as he takes over everything else - with dominant confidence. It is an entirely different experience dancing with him than it was with Davis. Tobias claims both expertise and familiarity with the way my body moves, but his style is much more aggressive, and bold, which is inherently sexual.

"Both of us can represent two sides of the same person. It can be a song portraying the struggle between the two sides- question, confront and comfort each other. We can bring the journey concept here- walking on parallel roads but heading to the same place." "I see." He mulled over it. "And we could probably somehow show that we are still connected, even when walking on parallel roads. The two sides find each other. It's meaningful for us too." "Yup. It fits us and the concept well." I liked how it sounded. "Then… the MV can be… more of a dance piece. Contemporary." "Dance…" I flinched. "Don't worry. I know your style too. We'll work on it accordingly. I'll teach you." He said reassuringly.