Viscount Dance Novels & Stories

But if they knew where we are heading and what will happen next, I reckon they'll either kill me or themselves. "Why so secretive? We should have danced before we left" "Do you like dancing?" She looks at me with hooded eyes, "If it's a lap dance then I'm all in. Do you like lap dances, Mr. Vernetti?" She knows. I never told her I was the same man she danced for but it wasn't a secret either. She showed up at The Cloud and there was no way I was going to let her dance for someone else. I willed her to come to me. If she'd chosen someone else, I would have cut off their hands. Seeing that ass so close to my face made me snap. I didn't care that we were in a club full of people. She was there,

I have danced with about ten different men of varying ages and I’m starting to relax a bit. Than a moment happens that I will never forget as long as I live. I am introduced to Viscount Roland Chenny. His mother was best friends with my mother and she comes bustling over with her husband and son to meet me. She seems lovely and sweet. She tears up as she greets me, her enthusiasm at seeing me safe and well is a lot more genuine than most people seems to be. “Princess Noraveena. May I hug you please? I know it’s not protocol” she asks me almost shly, as we are introduced by Alex.

“Tonight, we have a very special guest of honor. An artist who has just returned after conquering stages across Europe and America for the past five years. Please welcome... Giselle Moreau!” The moment she heard that name, Vivienne felt Dominic’s body stiffen beside her. The hand holding his cocktail glass tightened until the veins protruded clearly. A melancholic and dramatic piano melody began to flow. From behind the velvet curtains, a woman appeared. Giselle Moreau. She was the true embodiment of perfection. Tall, slender, and moving with extraordinary grace in a thin contemporary dance costume that displayed the ideal curves of her body. Giselle danced with vivid emotion, telling a stor

DESMOND’S POV I remember the first time I watched Valentina dance, it was at Don Carlos’ strip club, about two years ago, I knew she was special, anyone could see that. I sat amidst those drunk pot bellied slubs that Don Carlos calls his associates, I let their noise drown into nothingness and focused on her, focused on how the stage melted in her presence like she owned it, watched how the lights obeyed her every command, how we all gave her all our full attention.

"Sandra, ask yourself. What exactly has Brian done to deserve that promotion? To deserve those rewards? Or does his brilliance lie elsewhere? Like knowing how to dance with you. Like knowing what you're thinking." She fell silent, lips parting without sound. Then, almost desperately, she countered, "You're being ridiculous. I only danced with him once. You know that ever since I took over the company, I gave up those interests. I buried them carefully. Was that not the right thing to do? Am I not allowed to have my own thoughts?" Her voice rose with each sentence, her anger no longer aimed at me alone. I heard the resentment toward her parents, her upbringing, all pouring out.

he added, still grinning as he placed a kiss on the top of my head. A shaky smile formed, stretching across my face, though I struggled to stabilize it. For a fleeting moment, I managed to keep it in place. Once he was satisfied with the authenticity of my smile, he passed me into the hands of the next person. I found myself dancing with Viktor, our movements fluid and wordless. Viktor was a man of few words, his focus primarily on personal affairs, always veering toward business matters. Eventually, I returned to Antonio, attempting my best to avoid meeting his gaze, fearing he would discern the change in my countenance. He held me tightly, refusing to let go, but I kept my head down as we

Amanda was chattering about the party, while Roberth daydreamed about Sarah's smile. -So, Camille said that the party will pay homage to countries and cultures, and we should dress according to a culture that we like... and we should bring a typical dish or drink in addition to being dressed... - Yup... - You must think of something so we can combine love! It will be too perfect, hahahahahaha - Amanda, my queen, you think about the clothes... I'm not very excited for this party in general... - Robert!? Like this? – Amanda felt her face turn red. – Don’t you want to get ready for the biggest party of the semester?

I bit out. “Maybe so, but you still want the money, right? And Gus still expects you to work for it. He wouldn’t like it if all you did was insult me and walk out. Better get a move on,” Vic twirled his finger obnoxiously, bidding me to dance for him. He sucked, but he was right. Gus might not let me have this chance again, and if I really wasn’t getting out of Happenstance without a lot more money saved up, I needed the opportunity. I wasn’t raking in the big bucks waitressing at the diner.

Another voice rose from my back, snapping me out of my attention, " Can I have the honor to dance with my Fiancee?" I whipped my head back to see Vincenzo again. He wore a dark suit today, which completely matched his gangster vibe. He looked happy today when I felt shit. I wanted to decline his offer but then I saw Grandpa Michael, staring at us. I replied through my gritted teeth, placing my hands in his, " Ye..s..." [ Translation: No. Fucking. Way] He smirked before dragging me to the dance floor. " Dusk Till Dawn" by Zyan was playing in the background. I had a horrible feeling that Vincenzo might have never listened to such a cheesy song in his entire life. This man only knew how to kill

The eyes that had once seemed deep and devoted now darted toward me with nervous calculation. "Lena," he started carefully, "I regret everything. I know I was wrong. Will you give me another chance?" He spoke like a man grasping at straws, the arrogance gone. "A chance? A chance for what?" I laughed softly. "A chance to pursue you again. Like before, back in college!" His words tumbled out, desperate, as though he believed I could be won back so easily. "And then what? So I can be your maid again? Carry you on my back while you climb?"