CRAZY DANCER A story about a mystery woman who loves dancing
CRAZY DANCER A story about a mystery woman who loves dancing
Episode 1
Maxine's Pov:
"Damn it! Hurry up, Maxine! Even a snail is faster than you" Tammy rasped as I hurried down the stairs with her school bag. "I wonder why she keeps acting clumsy" Ruby also glared at me. Well, I'm not surprised. What do you expect from two sisters with the same characters? "I'm sorry",I muttered as I stretched out the bag to Tammy and she rolled her eyes before snatching it from me. "Are my pretty angels ready?" The familiar voice asked and I turned to see their mother climbing down the stairs, looking so pretty as always. "Yes, mum. I was about coming to your room to kiss you" Tammy said with a pout and went to give her a peck. Well, she was the youngest and tend to behave childish. Mrs Rosalie glared at me when she got to where I was and I quickly took my gaze to the floor. "Okay, dear. You need to hurry up so you won't be late. Be careful, okay?" She said sweetly to her daughters and they nodded "Bye, mum." Ruby said and started walking out. "Bye mummy. I'll get you some small chops on my way back. And I promise to dance for you when I return" Tammy giggled. "Oh! Please Ruby, you and I both know you don't know how to dance" Ruby said as she walked out the door. "That's a lie" Tammy pouted and their mother laughed. "Don't mind your sister. You're a perfect dancer, okay?" She tried petting her. "And what're you staring at??" She snapped at me and I gulped nervously and started walking out of the house, my school bag hung on my right hand. I got out to the parking lot and met Ruby already seated in the black jeep, operating her phone. I tried going in, but she stopped me. "And what do you think you're doing?" She asked with a glare. Oh, please! "I...I..." "I'm not ready to share the car with you today, okay? So, find your way" she snapped and took her eyes back to her phone. Oh God! Not again. Tammy showed up immediately. "Hm" she scoffed and rolled her eyes at me before going into the car as well. "But...how do I get to school? I don't have any money on me" I said and they laughed. "Well, that's your problem; not ours" Tammy smirked and shut the door and the driver took off immediately. I itched my head and watched pathetically as they left. What do I do now? Am I really going to walk to school today again? But the distance is so long. I'll definitely be late for classes. Oh God! I took in a deep breath and having no other choice, I started walking out of the compound. * Want a little introduction? Well, I'm Maxine Daniels. 19 years old and an orphan. Yeah - my parents died a long time ago and since then, I've been forced to live with my uncle and his family since they were the only relatives I knew. The cause of my parents death still remains a mystery as they were both found dead in the early hours of the morning and I'm yet to receive anymore news. My father was a wealthy business tycoon, but when he died, his brother - my uncle - took everything away. Well, it was actually stated in my father's will that he willed everything to him and till date, I still don't know why. I mean, I'm his only child, yet he didn't leave any of his properties or a little part of his wealth for me. And now, I have to depend on my uncle and live as a slave. Anyway, I just decide to go on with life. I mean, as long as there's life, there's hope, right? * I got out to the road and continued walking. Gosh! I was so tired already. I wish I had a cab fare. I can't believe I'll be late for classes again. After a long walk, I came across a billboard that gripped my attention and I stopped to take a proper look at it. On it was boldly written: WHO WILL BE THE STAR DANCER? I smiled as I stared at it. Hmm. The Star Dance Competition. It was one of the greatest dance competitions coming up in a few days time and people from different countries were actually coming to participate. The winner becomes a model and a diva and her life will sure change forever. Its a pity I wouldn't be able to participate because: First, I can't afford the registration fee. And second, my uncle and his wife will never allow me to participate. But I heard they've registered Tammy already. Hm it's quite a pity, though. It'd have been a perfect opportunity to display my talent. I shook my head and continued walking. Well, if there's one thing you should know about me is this - I was made from dance. Like...it's a spirit that can never leave me. I can't stay close to a music without dancing to it. It drives me crazy at times and sometimes, I wonder why I was made like that. Its incredible. I came across a newspaper vendor and my eyes caught the sight of a catchy headline: POPULAR DANCER -NOAH SIGMUND - RETURNS TO NEW YORK FROM HIS TRIP. Oh! I paused and gasped. Noah was back?? Hm. I'm pretty sure he returned with his brother. Wow! I had no idea he was returning today. Well, Noah was the first son of Mr Sigmund - who was the owner of the Star Dance Organization He had a twin brother - Rex - although, they weren't identical and Noah was the cutest - everybody admits to that. He's actually a talented dancer and had won in the World Best Competition which made him popular. He's actually my role model cause his dance steps were incredible and I wonder if I'll ever get a chance meet him so I could tell him how amazing he was. Well, I'm pretty sure I can only meet him in my dreams. I shook my head and laughed and continued on my long way to school. * * * Noah's Pov: "Oh!! My little boys are home!!" Mum exclaimed as I walked into the house with Rex behind me. I smiled and received the embrace she was already offering. "Good morning, mum" I beamed "Oh, my prince charming. You're looking more handsome!" She held my cheeks and said and I chuckled. "Nice to see you, mum." "Yeah - and I guess I'll have to come last" Rex muttered from behind and left me to go to him. "Oh, Rex! Come on; you know you'll always be my little prince", she beamed and kissed him, but he didn't smile or react. Yeah, Whateber. "Come on; what's wrong? Won't you give me a smile, at least?" Mum cooed and he just sighed "Nice seeing you again, mum. I think I'll really be needing a cool shower" he said bluntly and took the stairs, leaving mum astonished. "Noah, what's wrong? Are you two having issues?" She asked, her right hand at akimbo. "Its his problem,,mum. His loss" I scoffed angrily and she flinched. "What's..." "We can talk about it later, okay? But for now, I need to rest" I cut her off, calmly tho and she sighed. "Okay, then. Anyway, your father's on his way home already. You need to get ready cause he's coming to have a big meeting with you" she laughed as she helped me with my buttons. Huh? "What meeting?" I asked, already feeling tired. I'm seriously not ready for one of his arguments. "Well...I think it has to do with you getting married" she shrugged and I furrowed my brows in dismay. "What? Don't tell me he's still into that. Mum..." "Well, its just a guess, Noah. Okay? I'm not really sure. I just think that's his reason. But don't worry, he doesn't have a wife yet" she winked at me and I rolled my eyes, tiredly. "Come on. I'll accompany you to your room" she held my hand and said and started leading me to the stairs. Hmm. "So, how's the dance competition coming up...?" I asked along the way, trying to bring up more conversations. * * *
Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"
Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."
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