Romans & histoires Elite Dance Academy

My body becomes an instrument in their hands, and when the orgasm hits me, it's a blade, sharp, implacable, leaving me trembling, lips wet, eyes blank. When I open my eyes, they are there, both of them, their dark smiles illuminated by the candles. “Welcome to the Academy,” Isadora whispers, caressing my cheek. The real work begins now. Kael pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum running down my thighs, a mark that seems to burn my skin. “You are ours,” he adds. I know it. I feel it. I only belong to them.

Let's do our best. PS: I will miss you :( I reacted heartily to the coach's message. I'm a part of the gymnast club pala and we're going to join the competition months from now. - "Relationship while studying? Yes or No?" I listened to the debate again when I heard the loud screams of my companions. I look at the two men in front and wait for their answers like the others do. Isha's brother was the first one who walks to the podium and grabs the microphone. He smiles at the crowd and had a deep sigh.

“What? Are you mad?” Seated at the other table were three men and one woman. They all possessed similar features, sporting beautiful faces and long, pointed ears. They all had yellow, blonde hair and green eyes. This was a species that was on par with Celestials and were famous for their disregard for others and disdain for all. They were elves! However, in this universe – and in the world of God Academies – race mattered little. What was regarded was the prestige accorded to the Academy, and who its alumni were. God King Academy was a prestigious academy, and though the years had been unkind to this once undisputed behemoth, it was still regarded as one of the best academies in the universe

It recently claimed the number one spot, dethroning the company where Jasmine works. Healing Entertainment produces successful idols and artists because of many reasons. One of it is their strict and high standards when it comes to choosing their trainees. Fortunately, the said entertainment picks at most one student per department in the most prestigious art universities in their country. Morello University is one of those lucky schools. Rumor has it that students from different department of Morello are willing to try their luck. Frankly, Gold is a little threatened. There are other students in Morello that are phenomenal in their chosen field, just like Phoebe Ruiz, the best student of Mu

K.E.L.S.I:: We went back to Join others In the party, everyone present had their dance partners with them. Delvin held my hands and told me to dance with him, I was shy at first, not wanting to draw attention to myself. At the far end corner I saw Lexy looking at us with an undescribable facial expression, "what's with him?" I wondered, while starting to dance with delvin. And "Why is he not having fun with his girlfriend he came with?" I wondered, Swaying my hip to the beat of the music with Delvin right behind me.

“…w‍atch the upperclas‌s⁠men‍ c⁠losely. They are not all human.” ‍The words landed like cold steel, ‍I blink⁠ed. “Excuse‍ me?” ‌Her lips pre‌s‌sed into a thin line. “There are things here, El⁠i, tha‌t even a scholarship student m⁠ust know. Westbridge is‌ a sa‍nctuary, a sc‌hoo⁠l, yes b‌ut it is also a‍ hunting ground. S‌o‌me students are not w⁠hat they appear and som‍e walk in human form,‌ but their na‍tur‍e is far m‍ore primal. Wol‌ves, shifters, creat⁠ur‌es from old lineages. You must act careful‍ly, do not⁠ draw attention an‍d do not speak of this to your parents.‍ They‍ belie‍ve this is an‌ elite acade‌my. They must not know the rest.”

I said and she laughed again. “Aren’t you just my knight in shining armor,” she said as we danced. Her father was happy since she was the first one I had asked to dance and he was talking to Thalia and Levi. “Oh no, I think they’re already planning the wedding,” I said to her and she looked towards her father. “Maybe eloping would be easier, you know just get it over with,” she said with a smile. “I don’t think my mother would ever forgive me,” I said.

Everyone else around the lake has stopped what they’re doing, staring over at our group with expressions ranging from intrigue to confusion. Holy shit. Night Howler Academy. That’s not just a training camp — it’s the elite warrior academy. Only five candidates a year get in. How the hell is she going? She’s only fourteen. Doesn’t she still have school? I’m beyond confused. But mostly? I’m fucking impressed.

" When speaking of Elara's achievements, a faint smile touched Tilly's lips. Her gaze remained tender, as if acknowledging that Elara's future represented heights she herself could never reach. Elara and Tilly weren't close friends. Two people with similar pasts and parallel regrets only reminded each other of painful histories when they met. They treated each other with careful distance, afraid any gesture might stir up old wounds. At school events, they exchanged only polite greetings. Countless times, Tilly had opened up Elara's contact on WhatsApp, wanting to say something, only to close it again as she was unwilling to burden her. Elara gently reminded her, "Tilly, you were a dance prod