Vine Dances の小説・ストーリー

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

They settled into quietly listening to the music as they sipped their wine. Recognizing the intro to the next song, Maggie cried out, "Oh! Moon Dance! I love Van Morrison." Michael gave her a sideways glance and held out his hand. "Come on, Mags. Dance with me." She took his hand as he helped her to her feet and she giggled self-consciously, her several glasses of wine causing her to wobble a little as they walked to the dance floor. He turned to face her, placing his right hand on the small of her back and holding up her right hand in his left.

All this is barely visible through a shimmering saffron veil that leaves only her green eyes and tumbling auburn hair exposed to his direct view. He hears the low beat of a hand drum begin and the sinuous melody of a long wooden flute. The woman's arms rise above her head as if compelled by the music and he is instantly mesmerized by the movement, by the soft curves of her body barely glimpsed through the veil, by her pale skin. He fears to move, lest this vision vanish like a mirage. Her dance begins.

she helps Jade sit. "Thankyou" Jade thanks Violet. "No worries, you wouldn't mind if I have a dance with my mate would you?!" Violets asks, making Jade shake her head in denial. "No, go ahead. Enjoy." Jade says. "Are you sure Jade?" Violet hesitates. "No, now go." Jade shoo's Violet. "Okay thanks, you're the best" Violet grins "and oh, I picked you up a drink, it's just orange juice if you're wondering".

Dance? With him? In front of everyone? I instinctively looked toward the center floor where several noble couples had already stepped aside. Waiting, and watching. My pulse quickened. “I don’t…” I started softly. Vyan looked down at me. For a moment, his expression was gentler. Then he leaned slightly closer. “Breathe, Alicia.” The way he said my name should not have affected me that much. But it did terribly. “I don’t know the traditional Lycan dances,”

LISA POV But wait what if it's true that she's gonna really help me? i will be so happy like she's gonna help she's gonna help she's gonna help💃💃💃 I quickly rushed home. ______LISA APARTMENT_________ Getting home. But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so.

Alexis rotated her mystical scythe which was larger than her own body as if she was dancing with a very beautiful movement. Slash!~ … Slash!~ … Slash!~ … Her body spun elegantly, as did the scythe she wielded around her waist, spinning over her head, slashing side and back. Her scythe dance was really something that a low-level vampire couldn't stop easily. As if a vortex of wind swept away anything in its vicinity, the number of vampires that Alexis had slaughtered could be said to be almost hundreds. Even so, the fact that the vampires seemed to keep coming out still put Alexis in a difficult position.

He starts moving again. My body jumps as it begins to vibrate, and my moans of pleasure start again, and then the sting of the whip comes down across my arse. My scream is loud, and the toy constantly vibrates, never giving me a break. His whip swings down faster and harder, each time making me scream, wanting more.

I think she's already sweating cold. She wanted to refuse but she also didn't want to drink the vinegar with chili. Who else likes it? Duh! By the way, the 'It Really Hurtz' dance is one of the top trend. Mimiyuuh was the one who made it trend. “Freya, what's the problem?” Hilary asked while holding back his laughter. Vanessa gulped and stood. I understand, Freya. It was also a big shame for her to dance that. 'It really hurtz to love you like this

Her body flowed through the space, not a practiced performance, but a raw, physical expression of something lonely and hungry. Leo forgot to breathe. He was a statue in the shadows, a phantom witnessing a sacred ritual. This was Elena Vance. The wife. The socialite. The one supposedly in Zurich. She was here. And she was devastating. Her dance grew more abandoned. Her hands slid over her own body, cupping her breasts through the silk, thumbs brushing over her nipples, which hardened visibly. The kimono slipped from one shoulder, then the other. She let it fall. It pooled at her feet like spilled jade.