Novel & Cerita Ballerina Odette

I complained on her behalf. "That's okay," Odette mumbled. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Cáel Nyilas. You are a wonderful man, too. I'll wait around until you figure things out. I'll take what I can get while you look for your happiness." Odette wasn't weak, or stupid. She was a young lady, romantically alone and living in her parent's house.

“I— I don’t— stay away from me. I don’t want to have anything to do with you!” My brows raised in instant irritation. But I controlled myself. “Look, I understand how you probably feel… But the world is currently in grave danger. We need all hands on deck if we are going to save it!” Taking another step, she shook her head like I had spewed out an abomination. “And you think I want my hands to be one of those on your deck, Nyra?” As she mentioned my host, I understood. “Kalista, I am not Nyra. I am Odette. You can trust me…”

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

It was when it finally came free that Odette reacted. "Enough!" She roared in a voice so fierce she could have almost pushed me to submission. I frowned as I saw her pull a sharp jade from her hair. "I am sure you all know that he is Prince Rafael, the Demon Prince," she revealed. The women didn't react. They knew who exactly I was. So Odette pointed the jade at her hand. "I am giving you all three seconds to step away from my husband. If you don't, I will hurt myself and draw blood."

she said with an awkward little laugh. Andrew’s eyes widened the moment he saw her. Odette looked elegant in a soft salmon-colored dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Her long hair fell freely down her back, and unlike her usual look, she wasn’t wearing heavy makeup—just a light ombré of peach and red on her lips. “Andrew?” Odette called when he didn’t respond. “Oh—yes. You’re ready?” Andrew said quickly, standing up. “Did I make you wait too long?” Odette asked.

" That's right, Odette. Are you sure your husband is loving and caring? I mean people's hearts change. His heart might have -" " Shut up!" Odette hisses, " Do you think that licking wife's foot means a good husband? Look at my William! While choosing the dress for me, he had to deal with ten meetings. He is a Businessman, he is managing his love life, and his business life and of course - We are now planning to have a child together. I want to be a mother as well!" She smirks, thinking that she can manipulate her. However, the truth is in front of everyone.

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

"And who might you be, if I may ask?" "Oh, forgive me for my rudeness." Odette said and stepped forward, placing a huge smile on her lips as she placed her hand out and introduced. "My name's Odette Aubert. I'm Zacharie's fiancée, nice to meet you."

"The infamous Isla Lancaster It's so nice to finally meet you." Odette is wearing a devilish smile as she walks towards me. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me quietly, which eventually ended with her laughing at me. She stood up and shook her head. Seeing me tied in bed like this tells me one thing. She is glad to see me suffering. She darted her eyes back at me with the same smile. Odette came closer again then she dug her sharp nails and traced my cheek with it and she end up caging my jaw on her fingers.

"Anyone from the Rossi family will do. Either one." The words closed around my throat like a familiar grip. Memories from my first life surged forward so sharply I tasted iron. The recollection of bones snapping in my legs jolted me fully awake. I stepped back and spoke plainly, leaving no room for argument. "I'm not accepting the invitation." In my first life, I had heard those same words—anyone will do—and mistaken them for a private signal from Lorenzo. I dressed without hesitation and went to the theater. After the ballet performance, Lorenzo proposed. I received what I believed I wanted and became the Donna.