Viscount Dance 소설 & 이야기

Please, God, let Annabelle get her cast off early. She’d just retied her bikini top when the club’s manager shouldered his way into the narrow space. Valentine Firmantes resembled a bulldog, all droopy eyes and sagging jaw, and looked as incongruous as one amid the girlie clutter of the dressing room. “Mariana, get your ass to the stage,” he said to the only other dancer in the room. The haughty Filipino-Russian dancer flounced out with her nose in the air. Anaisse pulled the tips from her outfit and pretended not to watch Val in the mirror as he waddled her way.

Ethan kept on sipping bitter liquid from his glass as his eyes kept scanning Victoria and other men’s around her also it wasn’t very long when Victoria saw Ethan busy staring at her from bar counter since she too was sub consciously looking for Alex Knights. Seeing Ethan staring at her, Victoria smirk to provoke him, coincidently at same time a young well build gentleman walked towards Victoria and asked her for dance which she accepted with a warm smile and excused herself from other men’s who were busy throwing their hatred glares in his direction. A ‘De cala monte doroze’ smooth soothing music was being played by ‘The Hummingbirds’, Victoria and gentleman both started swaying their bodies

Lucas Visconti. The Lycan King's golden eyes were already fixed on me. The moment I stepped inside, the music died. The dancers froze. Conversations faded. One by one, every head in the room turned in my direction. My stomach tightened beneath the weight of their attention. Suddenly, I felt far too exposed in the revealing costume Zahori had forced me into. I straightened my back just as Zahori moved to stand beside me. "Well," she whispered mockingly, "time to show the master how well you can dance."

A well-known sting - the girl who refused to dance at every gala, waiting for a partner who chose someone else. But they didn't know about the Freshman Ball. Didn't know my first dance had already been stolen by a Vampire Prince. "A demonstration sounds perfect." Ivy egged the teacher on. "Let's see if the White Witch has any rhythm, or if she's just all talk." Professor Point nodded, gesturing to center floor. "A Pas de Deux then. Lady Duskbane, since Lady Petra already has you in hand... if you please." The music began. Haunting high-tempo violin arrangement requiring perfect synchronization. Petra stepped into the male role without hesitation.

His left hand holds her right hand and raises it at shoulder level. After they positioned themselves, they start dancing slowly, moving back and forth one step at a time. Everybody is dancing lively to a disco beat while Ella and Edward continue to dance in a slow dance as if they have a world of their own. They don't care about the people surrounding them. They are only focused on each other dancing in the rhythm of their heartbeat. They are moving in the flow of the ocean, swaying their hips as their hands lustfully wander on each other's bodies.

ADRIAN All evening, I found myself watching Valentina from the corner of my eye. She tried to smile and play her part, but her body betrayed her. During our first dance, she’d trembled like a leaf in my hands, and the memory of it lingered with me now, coiled tight in the back of my mind. That reaction didn’t bode well for what awaited us tonight.

In the meanwhile, far across the room Arabella struggled to hold her tongue as she listened to her close-minded mother, who seemed to be mightily scandalized at what she considered as a violation of propriety. "That's so indecorous of Lord Mannheim to have such nefarious contact." The Viscountess continued to complain, only ceased speaking when a blond gentleman decked up in Indian costume complete with turban stopped by and greeted them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Milady." The gentleman gave a polite bow to the Viscountess, then shifted his gaze to Arabella. "Lady Arabella, may I say you are such a vision tonight. Will you be so kind as to spare me the first dance?"

sighed. Someone behind her poke her, and she turned and saw a man in his late twenties with blond hair and brown eyes smiling at her. Then he said, "Can we get to know you, miss?" He said it and then stretched out his hand to shake his hand nervously. He added, "My name is Carlos Smith, a businessman." And I'm Veronica. "do you dance?" She wondered to herself “Shall I dance?” She looked hesitant so he pulled her to the dance floor and surrounded her with his smile still on him and then he started dancing and she danced with him, her eyes wandering looking for Kristen

Approaching her, he asked, "Are you Miss Thornfield, who came with Cheryl and Aurora?" Vespera replied with a small smile, "Sir, you have a good memory." Alaric put down his glass and extended his hand, "Would you honor me with a dance?" Vespera, slightly uncomfortable, hesitated, "I don't dance." Alaric took her hand, reassuringly, "I'll teach you. It's quite simple." Vespera truly struggled with dancing, stepping on Alaric's feet several times and awkwardly scratching her head. However, Alaric didn't mind; it was his first time teaching someone to dance, and he rather enjoyed it.