Novel & Cerita Beau Swan

I jump back, unsure what I’m seeing. Powers? Was my mother… a witch? “Moon Goddess,” Thisbe whispers, teeth bared, “Protect me, last of my people. See me safely to Vaeloria, last of my blood, last of my name–” Her voice tapers off as she steps into the darkness again, her glowing eyes fading into nothingness, and then she just… disappears. I grope for her in the dark, but my hand grazes another doorknob–misplaced, like it doesn’t belong here.

A little gold plate on the top bar reads Bella’s Place. “Rowan…” I whisper, my heart squeezing. He smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. “You said you always wanted one. Somewhere peaceful. Somewhere just yours.” I can’t stop smiling as I sit on it. “It’s beautiful.” He steps behind me and gives a gentle push. The swing moves back and forth, creaking softly. The sun filters through the leaves, lighting his face in shades of gold. But then—suddenly—the world tilts. My stomach flips.

At this moment, the moon had appeared, quietly hidden behind the clouds, watching the group of people below. Amidst the intervening incident, the enthusiasm of Beta Henry's auspicious white swan had diminished threefold. He slowly walked to Beryl Lake, looking at the clear surface of the water shimmering under the moonlight. With the tall reeds reaching above half of his body, he couldn't see any beautiful white swans. His face immediately darkened, "Didn't you say there was a white swan?"

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

(AND THE DEAL GOES) BEATRICE hums in delight. A bit overwhelmed and is having the best time about the feeling of successfully having the two pieces of her own chess. “What a delight. What a run, what a beautiful end for this tragic tale.” She whispers, laughing and dancing like a ballerina. A graceful and beautiful ballerina in her all black dress that somehow is representing the famous black swan of the swan lake. All while under the bright full moon and in the middle of a wide grassy area surrounded by trees and bushes that’s making a rustling and eerie sound as the wind blows.

It took me a long time to forget what Mrs Souza did to me that night. My life improved when I moved to the capital. In Utopia, things become even clearer. I came to a utopian to enter university. By then, I had realized why Mrs. Souza was attracted to me as other girls were. They nicknamed me “The eyes of Poseidon” because of my blue eyes, which they said were more beautiful than the ocean, a compliment I was used to receiving. It is not that different with a girl from our campus nicknamed “Aphrodite's looks” because of her beauty.

They saw the facilities and, finally, the rooms. “Sir, this is the premium room, it has access to a private beach.” “Could you give us a minute alone?” “Yes, sir.” The employee left the room. Axel and Alicia walked towards some lounge chairs at the exit of the room and sat down. Seconds later, Axel let out a big sigh before speaking. “Miss Torres?” “Yes, sir?” Alicia asked, looking at him while he continued to stare at the beach.

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.