Vine Dances Novels & Stories

The wine bar was dimly lit with soft jazz music playing in the background, creating a cozy ambiance to sit back and relax in. Dressed in a skimpy, wine-sparkling armless sequin dress, Dali was watching Ava, who was getting a fruit wine poured for her in a wine glass by the bartender.

It's the final piece of Marjorie with the caption "Venus is reborn." The video captures Marjorie's finale piece, a gown that flows like a Renaissance painting brought to life. The dress has a soft, flowing silhouette with a structured bodice. The fabric is luxurious and textured, painted in gentle pastels that echo classic art. The skirt sweeps dramatically across the floor, moving with an almost ethereal grace.

“But otherwise—” “Otherwise, I fucking beat you!” Her grin is incandescent. Denidor clears his throat behind us. Ingrid’s smile dies. We both turn. “I have never seen a fight quite like that.” He takes a step forward, his hands folded behind his back. “Silas, I know you are a tanner, so handling a blade falls near your area of expertise, but Vivian, how did you develop such skills?” “I’m a dancer,” she says through gritted teeth. “I use ribbons in my routines. It’s really not so different.”

"Let's go then. Lexi, show her how Nirvana should be performed!" Then, Lexi stood beside Georgia reluctantly. Nirvana, as its name suggested, was a dance to mimic the movement of a Phoenix. The music started, and both of them began dancing. Georgia bent down slightly and hugged herself with both arms. She looked like a nestling that just broke its shell while exploring the unknown world timidly. Then, as the melody changed, she stretched her arms out and started moving like an eagle soaring through the sky.

Virgin Ivy pulled me to the dancefloor. People are already crowding because of the nearing peak of the party. We squeezed into the crowd and finally made a stop where men swarm. "Ivy! It's so crowded here!" I shouted, hoping she'll hear me. She turned to me and shouted in my ear. "Let's dance!" She raised both of our hands and started grinding her booty on me. Her movements were very sensual. Her hands went down on her legs, swaying her body. She moved her hands up and down alternately from her legs to her waist until her shoulder. Her energy was to the moon that the liquor I drank is slowly penetrating my system.

Vincent was dying to have a dance with Alice. He couldn’t get his head straight after he saw her walk into the church. The dress was making him dizzy. The Garnet color was very bold. From behind it might look basic, but when she spins around, Vincent could only swallow hard or reach for his glass. He needed the liquid after catching a glimpse of her.

The thought made her more frustrated. Zara's assistant came over and handed each one of them a bottle of beer. She accepted the woman's offer even though she still had one in her hand. In turn, she dropped the empty bottle in her hands. A male model approached Venus and held her by the waist while dancing behind her friend. Venus faced him with a smile so she was left without a partner in the middle. She looked at her clothes again. She’s really the only one different there. Everyone is in swimming attire while dancing. Others just settled in watching while drinking.

That guy said and instantly ran away while I started dancing again until I felt Vdius making me face him as he sneaked his arms around my waist, making our chests clap. "How much did you drink?" He asked when I pouted my lips and said, "Drunk? I'm not drunk. I'm just dancing_ah!" I lost my balance, and before I could fall, again Vdius pulled me in his chest. "You can't even walk, and you still dare to say you're not drunk?" He said angrily, but his tone was low. We were in the middle of people, under dim light but still, he looked like the most delicious meal. So alluring that no one can move their eyes off him. Maybe that's why all the girls are crazy for him and for his one look.

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.

Pain sizzled through my body, but I kept on going. The three of them moved in synchronized motion. Their bodies moved along with the wind like they were dancers of death. They moved quickly, laced with magic, and somewhat graceful. One of them summoned thorny vines from under the earth that coiled my limbs in a flash. I roared, and shattered the vines, ignoring the pain as I clawed some parts of my limbs as well. The moment I slashed away the last thread of vine, another of the women tried to cloud my mind with whispers, illusions of Fiona screaming, begging, bleeding. A distraction meant for them to get closer, but Dexter gave them no chance as he slashed through the illusion of mist.