Vine Dances Novels & Stories

Nirvana didn't dare to meet her mother's eyes as she spoke, "If I don't dance with Vincent, who will? We all know everyone is too afraid to approach him, much more to dance. I can't let my brother be disgraced!" "Nirvana!!!" Madeline yelled, unable to entertain any more of her bullshitting. Sienna spoke up, wondering why Nirvana made such a fuss. She is Vincent's fiance, naturally, she would be the one to dance with him, "I…" "Ugh forget it," Nirvana unknowingly interrupted her, "I'll find him someone else." Her eyes fell on Isadora at the back. She had noticed her come with Vincent and unlike others, she didn't seem to fear him at all. Even now, surrounded by so much authority she stayed pu

A slight moan escaped her lips when the one man took the woman to a rock she hadn’t seen. The fierce way he entered the female’s hot core with little notice of the people sitting watching. Moonlight shone down on them, and it was at that moment that Stacy knew it was the Fairy moon dance. Stacy didn’t know how she knew what this was, but he was remarkable to see. Something that Dimitri was right about was a once-in-a-lifetime thing to watch. Stacy shifted in her seat to watch the show better and felt a hand on her leg, holding her back. She hadn’t noticed the fact that most of the people watching were vampires; they didn’t seem to be as affected as the humans in the group. Some were cuffed t

Avila wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as she slid down the stripper pole for the fifth time that night. It was exhausting! The club was packed, and she could feel the eyes of the customers on her as she danced to the beat of the music. She tried to ignore the lewd comments and catcalls, focusing instead on the money that was being thrown at her feet. It was the only thing that made the job bearable and worth it. It was the only thing still pushing her to grind and rock her body on the tall pole - the money.

“Thanks bro!” I waved too. As his head peeped out the window “Quinn let me know if you change your mind!” He winked, making me roll my eyes as we walked to the party. The party was in full swing. Loud dance music played as people danced making out with each other. Off to the side a group of guys were cheering on their teammates in a game of flip cup. Mandy led me over to the keg and poured us both a drink. I took a sip and tried to contain the gag from the foul taste. “That’s disgusting,” I muttered.

“Relax. Trust me and you will be thanking me later.” He left me with the whiskey and the silence. A moment later, the door opened again. A woman walked in. She was masked and the silk dress she wore clung to her like a second skin. The mask covered half of her face leaving her mouth… full lips painted red that made my cock twitch. “Hello, my name is violet and I will be dancing for you” She called out, her voice washing over me. It sounded as sexy as she looked. I said nothing as the music swelled and she began to dance.

Venn hugged her waist and murmured: "It's not even because you are running about and refusing to go with me?" - Everyone surrounding them swiftly dispersed as they watched the two of them make intimate gestures, thinking they'd experience the drama again! Despite the fact that it was only a misunderstanding, Venn's offer to another girl to dance, rather than Lily, was enough to cause a stir.

Maya Cyrus counted the tickets for the second time before putting them into their envelopes. There were five tickets in total and she intended on giving them to her parents, siblings and Wanda at dinner later that day. The tickets were for a production by the American Ballet Theatre where she was a ballerina. Maya's interest in ballet was noticed first by her mother when she was six, and she joined an academy when she was seven. Maya served as an apprentice and joined some of the Ballet Theatre's production as a corps de ballet dancer but when she turned sixteen, she joined the theatre officially.

Her gaze is locked on herself in the mirror. She wears athletic shorts and a cropped top, it paints every muscle in sharp relief. The harsh lights and shadows help give her a dangerously fragile appearance. Like that of a bird about to take flight. The music pauses and loops, the piece beginning again. Violet seamlessly moves into a dance, and I don’t know if she’s making it up as she goes or if this is a piece of old choreography that she’s clinging on to… either way, I’m ensnared. Which is the last thing I want to be.

Her long, blond hair flowed around her like a halo of light, and her eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity. Viviana’s performance was mesmerizing. She moved with an effortless elegance, her body twisting and arching in perfect harmony with the music. Each movement was precise, almost magical, as if she were casting a spell with her dance. The silver accents on her dress sparkled like stars against the night sky, adding to her ethereal presence.

I ordered. The manager scrambled off. Violet’s eyes lifted to mine, pleading for mercy she wasn’t going to get. When the new heels arrived, I watched her struggle to stand. Her hands shook. Her legs trembled. Perfect. Music started again. She danced. Poorly. Desperately. Until sweat soaked her skin. Still, she didn’t stop. She danced until her body shook, until her knees wobbled, until I could see the pain twisting her face. An hour. Maybe more. Then finally…