Vine Dances Novels & Stories

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.

She watched in fascination as his muscles flexed and his hair flowed in the wind when he beat the drums with all his might. It was at this moment that Venusa fell head over heels with this man. Just then, Helen pushed Venusa into the dance circle. "You!" Venusa yelled and Helen smiled mischievously. "Dance!" Helen yelled at her, shaking her body to the rhythm. Venusa, being the extrovert that she is, didn't waste time before dancing. She did not know how to dance but that didn't stop her. She swung her arms, shook her bootie as the crowd hyped their princess up. She was so lost in her dance that she tripped on a rock by mistake. She thought she was going to fall to the ground but she was cau

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.

She was so caught up in watching that she didn't notice Dante approaching until he stood before her, hand extended. "Dance with us," he said, his eyes reflecting the firelight. Laura hesitated. "I don't know the steps." His lips curved into that half-smile that made her stomach flip. "I'll teach you." Before she could protest, he pulled her gently to her feet. Her leg twinged, but the healer's salve had worked wonders. "This is the Moonfire Dance," Dante explained, leading her to the edge of the circle. "It celebrates our connection to the moon, to each other."

With many people following suit and chanting for her to start giving them a show of her talents, Vee happily obliged and joined her fellow models in dancing. The pulsating music kept Vee's senses heightened and she felt free while moving to the rhythm. She refused to think of any complications as she gyrated and swayed her hips to the sensual tune, her full lips parted as she caught her breath with every move. The nagging irritation of not seeing Jordan in his office when she visited slowly slipped her mind as she let the intoxicating music guide her. She raised her hands and pumped her fists, then her fingers coursed through her swaying hair then down to her own body, tracing her curves, ex

Please stop Riven, whatever you do will be in vain because Julie herself has announced to everyone that you have come to pick her up, so she is Julie's first dance partner of the night. Without waiting for Riven to answer, she whispered, "Sorry, Eirc," and then turned to let Julie drag her away at will. Julie lifted Brawen's hand, slowly pulling her to the center of the dance floor. Immediately all vampires were affected by Julie's invisible power and dispersed. Julie looked at Brawen, he let go of his small hand, and then like a gentleman, he leaned down slightly, his hand stretched out in front of Brawen, flashed a dazzling smile: "May I dance to a piece of music, please? ?”.

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…

Very much like Nochten and its vampires to make even a dance something dull and restrained by decorum and order. Hidi was the opposite. Better. She tore through the dance floor like a storm, strong and unapologetically bold. Her dress took up space with every spin, the wide skirts flaring like banners in battle, the silk rustling like distant thunder. Vampires barely dodged in time, sidestepping or flinching as her hem swept past, brushing brocade and silks as though the fabric itself were a warning. Their faces went pale—paler than usual—eyes wide with the terror of being shoulder-checked and sent toppling across the marble floor like porcelain dolls.

My moon-blessed found me more entertaining than the occasion. Gently leading me to the middle of the dance floor where couples danced around us. Vance gave me a twirl and dip to begin. As we waltzed, our hips collided in an intimate movement with his arms around my waist, splayed fingers on my lower back, keeping my pelvis directly on his. Although his eyes were focused intently on me, the promise of a smile could be seen in the movable curve of his mouth. The poking of his manhood explained the lewd glimmer in his impish eyes.

That scene was breathtaking, causing all the men present to stare fixedly. The cameraman intentionally pushed the camera nearer for a close-up. In the next second, she tossed the wine goblet away with a clatter. With messy steps, she began to dance. That slender waist was like a willow branch, bending to its limit before fiercely springing back up. A light gauze fluttered alotig with her movements, and her gaze turned charming and coquettish.Then she picked up the wine pot on thetable and took a gulp.Those dazzling movements could be called a dance, but it seemed even more like a war dance for the battlefields. The different was breathtakingly stunning, seeing Miranda