Ballet Manga

For the ninety-ninth time, Thomas Wells brought a strange woman home. Following his instructions, I was washing Chloe Brooks's feet. Without warning, she kicked the basin violently, sending hot water splashing onto my face. "Thomas, Ms. Harris just pinched my foot! My feet are for ballet—I'm in so much pain. What am I supposed to do for tomorrow's competition?" Thomas flew into a rage. To punish me, he had someone bring a brazier, and I was forced to press my foot into the burning coals. The smell of burning flesh filled the entire living room in an instant. Thomas paid no attention as I collapsed to the floor, curling up and breaking out in a cold sweat. He turned away, carrying Chloe off to the bedroom. Shortly afterward, I called Thomas's sister, Tracy. "Tracy, I'm sorry. I don't intend to be with Thomas anymore." After that, I left and vanished from his life. Later, I heard that Mr. Wells of the Wells family had gone mad.

She stared at him with hooded eyes, heated breaths mingling in the air between them, "If you agree to this, there's no turning back." His fingers dug into the curve of her ass and she mewled helplessly, "So tell me, flower. Do you agree?" As she gazed into his dark orbs, a fiery passion ignited within her chest. She wanted this, wanted him. But most all, she wanted to forget. "Yes," She replied breathlessly, pressing her bare breasts into his hard chest, "Yes, I agree." *********** Aurora is the perfect little princess, or so everyone thinks. She is smart, beautiful, a ballet prodigy and is also from an affluent family. All her life, Aurora has always been told what to do, how to act and even down to what she should eat. Her overbearing mother constantly dictates how she should live her life. In the eyes of everyone, she is little miss perfect. But little did they know, she was hiding a secret. A big one. And it came in the form of a devilishly handsome boxer.

APRICITY : The warmth of sun in the cold arms of winter. Tormented by memories , bounded by history ; MY APRICITY is a journey of painful pleasures and sinful secrets. SERENE DIOR WALKER , being 20 years old is the most elegant and eloquent person you'll encounter. Being proficient in ballet, she's a perfect embodiment of a rhythmic soul and an altruistic smile. But her smile hides the gut wrenching tales of tears and her dignified body bears the cruelty as a blemish. Struggling with the hustle of life , 27 years old ROWAN CHAZE is an enigma that is too difficult to decipher. Blessed with the flair of art , he drenches the world with the color of emotions but carries a hollow destitute land in the name of heart .His eyes bore the kaleidoscope of mortifying memories which torment him till date. But God isn't that cruel. He has kept a fare share of happiness for everyone even for resenting souls like SERENE and ROWAN. How do they both meet ? How do they fill the voids for each other ? How do they decipher the TOXICITY and become each other's APRICITY? Join me in this journey of LOVE , PASSION, DESIRE, HAPPINESS ,ROMANCE and BETRAYAL.

Isolde Wrenleigh once had a promising future until an injury destroyed her ballet career and her half-sister, Vivienne, vanished under mysterious circumstances. Now, disguised under a false identity, Isolde infiltrates Velvet, a hidden elite club in Manhattan known for secrecy, seduction, and unspoken power. What she doesn’t expect is Dorian Blackthorn. A tech billionaire with a haunted past, Dorian secretly owns Velvet and controls everything within its walls. He lives by one rule: never get emotionally involved. But Isolde challenges that rule from the moment she enters curious, defiant, and hiding something even he can’t decode. Drawn to each other in spite of the lies, their connection ignites into a dangerous, all-consuming romance. Dorian offers her pleasure, protection, and dominance but Isolde has come for answers, not affection. And the deeper she digs, the more Velvet’s polished façade begins to crack. Behind the scenes, a darker operation is in motion missing women, encrypted files, and a conspiracy that reaches from club patrons to global power players. As enemies close in and betrayals shatter what little trust they’ve built, Isolde and Dorian must decide who to protect, what to sacrifice, and whether love is worth risking everything. Tangled in Velvet is a high-octane, emotionally raw romance filled with explosive passion, unexpected twists, and secrets that could destroy them both. In a world where control is currency and trust is a weapon, love is the most dangerous gamble of all.

“Be my wife.” Lucia looked at him, questioning his sanity. “You're out of your mind.I don't even know you ”. Lucas Mariano's voice was icy, his gaze unreadable. “You need help.Your sister requires care.I can help you both.You have quite the image so I'm sure you'll need it. It's transactional-nothing more.”He finished. Once the rising star in the ballet world, Lucia Moretti's life is shaken after a brutal divorce and a terrible fire that leaves her and her sister homeless. Now, with her dreams buried,her heart is guarded and her main focus is keeping both herself and her sister alive. Enter Lucas-Merciless, cold and sinfully compelling.He offers a contract marriage which comes with everything Lucia needs but at a cost she doesn't understand…yet. What started as a formality quickly grows into something far more twisted when her ex-husband,Matt-lucas’s best friend-returns, determined to have her again. “You got married to Lucas?” Matt snarled,fury dripping from his voice. “Is this your revenge?” He continued icily. No, Lucia said without emotion. “This is survival.” As sparks fly and secrets come to light, Lucia Finds herself torn between a past that nearly broke her and a man who might shatter her in a brand new way. In a world of socialites, betrayal and fake love, Lucia must ask herself: Is she the puppet or the one holding the strings?

Mi nombre es Addison Calder. Durante mi primer celo como mujer lobo adulta, Morgan Flint, de la nada, me dijo que quería terminar. No pude dejar de llorar; y no fue por tener el corazón roto, sino porque el tormento de mi ciclo de apareamiento me estaba consumiendo. Me aferré a su manga y me acerqué a él, intentando calmar la tensión con un beso. Impaciente, Morgan me empujó hacia su hermano mayor, Tucker Flint. —A Addie se le pasaron las copas y está fuera de sí. ¿Me ayudas a calmarla? Mientras Tucker se acercaba, Morgan se inclinó y le dijo en voz baja: —Cuídamela bien. No dejes que se le acerque nadie. Solo voy a terminar con ella por un rato. En cuanto me aburra de divertirme por ahí, regreso con ella. Tucker asintió y me subió con cuidado al auto. —¿Te duele? Abrumada por el dolor, me aferré a su corbata mientras las lágrimas me corrían por la cara. —Por favor… ayúdame. Las pupilas de Tucker se contrajeron y su voz sonó profunda. —¿Y exactamente cómo quieres que te ayude? En un instante, me incliné y pegué mis labios a los suyos. —Bésame… o deja que te bese. Nuestro beso apasionado disipó gran parte de la tensión que me carcomía. Al ver que las orejas de Tucker estaban rojas, volví a tomarlo de la corbata. —¿Me llevas a casa?

My sister has awakened her mermaid bloodline, but it is incomplete. Her skin is her curse. A single touch, too hard, and it cracks. For her, everything hard in our house has been thrown away. I love to dance, but the hard tips of ballet shoes are forbidden. I love music, but the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano are too dangerous. Every dream I've ever had has been strangled in its cradle because of my sister's condition. My brother, Liam, who raised us both, always looks at me with tired, pleading eyes. "Elara is fragile, Isla. You have to be understanding." But I was only eighteen the first time I truly understood. I came home from my high school graduation ceremony, the scent of sunshine and excitement still on my clothes. The moment I stepped inside, Elara's hand connected with my cheek. Hard. For no reason at all. Everyone rushed to her. Liam pointed a furious finger at me. "Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood. The curse wasn't just my sister's. It was mine, too.

Eu fui forçada a trocar meu coração com o primeiro amor do meu marido. Depois disso, morri no corredor do hospital particular que ele mesmo criou. Antes de eu morrer, meu filho de seis anos, Otávio Júnior, chorou e implorou a pai dele três vezes. Na primeira vez, Otávio segurou a mão daquele homem e disse que eu estava vomitando sangue. Ele riu com desprezo: — Dessa vez ela finalmente aprendeu algo, até ensinou você a mentir. Em seguida, ele mandou os seguranças expulsarem Otávio do quarto. Na segunda vez, Otávio agarrou a manga de sua camisa e disse que eu estava delirando de dor. Ele franziu a testa: — É só uma troca de coração. Os médicos já disseram que ela não vai morrer. Mais uma vez, os seguranças puxaram Otávio para fora. Na terceira vez, Otávio se jogou no chão, segurou firme a barra da calça dele e chorou dizendo que eu já estava inconsciente. Dessa vez, ele perdeu a paciência. Ele agarrou Otávio pelo pescoço e o jogou para fora do quarto: — Eu já disse que Heloísa Dias não vai morrer. Se você vier aqui incomodar o descanso da Bianca Nunes de novo, eu juro que vou expulsar vocês dois deste hospital. Desesperado para me salvar, Otávio penhorou seu escapulário, algo que ele considerava um tesouro, para uma enfermeira: — Tia, eu não quero viver cem anos. Só quero que minha mamãe continue viva. A enfermeira aceitou o escapulário e se preparou para me transferir para o último quarto disponível. Mas o primeiro amor do meu marido, Bianca, bloqueou a porta com seu cachorro no colo e disse: — Sinto muito, garotinho. Seu pai está preocupado que eu me sinta sozinha sem o meu cachorro. Este quarto foi reservado para meu cachorro.

L’amour n’est jamais une ligne droite. Il est capricieux, imprévisible, parfois cruel, souvent brûlant. Il naît dans les endroits les plus inattendus, entre des âmes qui n’étaient pas censées se rencontrer, ou qui, au contraire, semblaient destinées l’une à l’autre. Mais que vaut le destin face au désir ? Sophie n’avait jamais cherché à tomber amoureuse. Séductrice par nature, elle savait jouer avec les cœurs sans jamais se laisser piéger. Mais Damien… Damien était différent. Il l’attirait autant qu’il la déroutait. Entre eux, c’était un jeu d’attirance et de provocation, un ballet enivrant où aucun des deux ne voulait céder le premier. Pourtant, quelque chose de plus profond se dessinait sous leurs joutes taquines, quelque chose d’inavouable… quelque chose qui effrayait Sophie autant que Damien lui-même. Elena, elle, pensait avoir trouvé l’amour aux côtés de Lucas. Doux, attentionné, toujours là pour elle. Mais alors pourquoi son cœur battait-il différemment lorsqu’elle croisait Damien ? Pourquoi cette envie dévorante de lui appartenir, même si elle savait qu’il ne lui était pas destiné ? Et Lucas… Lucas, fidèle et patient, se trouvait soudain face à une réalité qu’il n’avait jamais envisagée : l’amour ne suffisait pas toujours. Son cœur blessé allait-il s’accrocher à une femme qui ne pouvait l’aimer pleinement, ou s’ouvrir à l’inconnu, à une autre possibilité, un autre avenir ? Dans cette histoire, les cœurs s’égarent, les corps s’attirent, les âmes se tourmentent. Entre passion et raison, entre interdits et tentations, chacun devra faire un choix. Car au bout du chemin, une seule vérité demeure : l’amour est une flamme indomptable… et personne n’en ressort indemne.

Antes de completar dezoito anos, eu era a adorada princesa da família Moretti. Tudo mudou no meu décimo oitavo aniversário, quando meu pai trouxe para casa uma garota órfã chamada Carina. — Ela precisa de um lar. — Disse meu pai. — Você cuidará dela, como uma irmã. A partir daquele momento, nada foi igual. Meu irmão, que antes me adorava, tornou-se frio e distante. E meu noivo... o amor dele por mim parecia se reduzir pela metade da noite para o dia. A família elogiava Carina por ser dócil e obediente, chamando-a de uma filha muito melhor do que eu, sua própria carne e sangue. Depois de muito ser deixada de lado por Carina, finalmente desabei e segurei a manga do meu pai. — O sangue não significa nada? — Perguntei. A fúria do meu pai se acendeu. Ele abrigou Carina em lágrimas atrás dele, e diante de toda a família, deu-me um tapa no rosto. — Seu desperdício egoísta. Eu devia nunca ter tido você. — Você traz vergonha a esta família. — A voz do meu irmão Marco soou fria como uma lâmina. — Saia. E meu noivo, Vincent, olhou para mim com desapontamento: — Se ao menos eu estivesse noivo da Carina desde o início. Eles achavam que eu me curvaria aos pés deles, como sempre fizera. Mas não disse uma palavra; apenas fui até o cofre da família, retirei os documentos oficiais e risquei meu nome com um único traço. Tirei o anel de noivado do dedo e o coloquei sobre a mesa. Dei a Carina tudo aquilo que eles achavam que eu não merecia. Afinal, eu tinha apenas mais vinte e quatro horas de vida. Mas eles não faziam ideia, naquele momento, de que — em meio às ruínas da família Moretti — um dia se ajoelhariam na chuva implorando pelo meu retorno.