Viscount Dance Novels & Stories

Over the idea of not being able to spend endless hours of time with him. "Of course!" I nodded. "What's for today?" "I'd like for you to do the previous week'sets, just for the very last time. And then, dance can begin in the afternoon." He instructed, and I complied. Without once pouting. I was on a mission, after all. One with the goal of earning his trust again. I attacked the sets with enthusiasm and passion, because working out was after all one of my other passions. The only reason I had only given him grief over it so many times before, was my impatient eagerness to get to the dance part of everything.

Valentina looked at Alessandro. "We have to dance?" He held out his hand. "We have to convince them." She accepted it. They glided across the polished floor beneath hundreds of watchful eyes. Every step was effortless, every turn perfectly timed, while smiles concealed words meant for no one else. "You're holding too tightly," she murmured. "People are watching." "Maybe I want to step on your foot." One corner of his mouth lifted. "You'd miss." Against her will......She almost smiled. The music faded beneath a wave of applause.

Her smile was fake with hints of hatred in them. “Yes,” Alex replied, his tone was warm, as though he hadn’t just barked at me moments ago. “Lila has been looking forward to this evening.” I extended my hand, forcing a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” The woman, who introduced herself as Clarissa, shook my hand lightly before turning her attention back to Alex. “You’ve outdone yourself, as always. This gala is exquisite. Everyone is talking about it.” “Thank you, Clarissa,” Alex said, his voice dripping with charm. “But it’s the generosity of people like you that makes these events possible.”

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

I delicately sip the tea and smile at her before nodding. I nod in agreement as I answer, "Yes, indeed Viscountess," and I can see that she narrows her eyes for a little minute before saying, "I see, if that's the case then you should please his highness with your dancing talents, Lady Solstice." Since I already had plans to accomplish this, I will do as she suggests. Naturally, I won't humiliate the people who reared me by doing so, but for some bizarre reason, I'm afraid the Viscountess could be upset if I say those words.

Violet's heart sank with realization. "Follow my lead," Vesper whispered, guiding her into the dance. Vanilla and citrus mixed with pine and rose, a journey of scent through the elven kingdoms in attendance. Violet breathed deep, trying to steady herself among the crowd as Vesper guided her through the steps. Everywhere she looked expressionless faces met her. The masks had seemed beautiful at first but the deeper she waded into the dance, the stranger they became. One was a many-headed bird. Another covered completely in eyes. Platinum wings sprouted from the cheeks of a high-ranking lady. One Parvara nobleman's mask looked like it had melted onto his face, leaving him to laugh through the

Jimmy whispered. "No." "You should look at me." the young man repeated. "I am not an expert, but I know that dance partner should always look at each other's eyes during a valse." Taegen sighed and finally looked at him. Jimmy smiled at him and pulled his jacket gently to get him closer. The King cleared his throat, a little unshaken because of his sudden action. His eyes started changing colours again, they shifted from a deep grey to a nocturne blue. He pressed his lips and looked away again.

Wilshire took a sip from her glass and commented, “They have good harmony, and their outfits match perfectly. They look like nobles attending their wedding ball.” Danice nodded. She had also noticed earlier, while she was dancing, that the two had excellent coordination—and Sabrina’s triple spin had been truly beautiful. “The second pair…” the host continued, flipping open another card. “…Miss Yvette Roans and Mr. Francis Vanz!” Danice’s eyes twitched. When she saw Yvette step onto the center of the dance floor earlier, performing those complex stances, she had already expected this outcome. She felt a faint bitterness, but she had to admit—Yvette truly was good at dancing. Not to mention, h

I wanted to applaud the Mummy siblings back then for being able to hold on for this long in this Royal family of ridiculous etiquettes. Today, I was given a partner for my dance who was specifically chosen by the Countess herself. This partner in front of me was Clodian Wroth, the grandson of Countess Wroth. I heard he was reputed to be the best dancer in the nation of Reveldron, and so the Countess invited him today to be my dance partner for the inspection.