Vine Dances Novels & Stories

DViolet and Ramon walked in the courtroom with their friends and family. Ramon helped Violet hold her heavy gown as they entered the courtroom, but Violet couldn’t care any less. She didn’t see any problem in a husband holding up his wife’s gown as they walk around. In fact, it was his duty to always make sure she was comfortable – based on her thoughts.

"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.

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.

The lady smiled as she stood up and went to the center of the room, she undid her dress and was left in a sultry barely covered cloth, there were whistles in appreciation of her body, even Da Vinci was impressed. She began a slow sultry dance of twisting her waist and moving slowly accompanied with belly dance, enticing her onlookers, it was a dance which favored her, as it was what kept food steadily on her table, but now her situation would change. She danced in tune with the music, keeping in line with the tempo, Da Vinci’s wife frowned as she tried as much as possible to advert her husband’s attention.

I mean, Giselle is full of emotions, heavy emotions that will surely make you sad too. My eyes went glassy but I flinch when someone touch my hair. "What are you watching?" Vicenzo ask in low raspy voice. He's standing behind me touching my hair caressing it gently. I lift my head a little to look at him. And his handsome rugged serious face makes me purse my lips. "Giselle" I replied and show him my phone. His forehead creased as he watch the lady which is the principal dancer do the hopping step ballonnè, one of the classical ballet technique.

She wasn't just dancing her body, in any motion; he could see she really knew how to dance. Marcus seemed to be in a trance; his eyes fixed on the glow of her skin and the movement of her body. Marcus is mesmerized by this girl; he has never danced with a woman who knew how to move her body so perfectly in sync with his. Vanessa whipped her hips to the beat, making his eyes follow them from side to side. It had to be at least sixty seconds before Marcus found the strength to tear his eyes away from her beautiful shape. He finally felt the beat course through his body, and that's when he began to burn the dance floor with his moves.