Felicie Ballerina Novels & Stories

"I'll give you a sock,' Felicia said. Cedric agreed. Perhaps a little too quickly. Felicia looked down at her bare foot and flexed her purple painted toes. Somehow this little exposure felt wrong. And because it felt wrong it also kind of felt right? But also not right. As well. Felicia was too drunk to untangle it all. But, apparently, not too drunk to get her Mario mojo back. As if they'd never left, Felicia returned to her winning ways. And perfect Melvining, too -- every Melvine she won, three other people took off clothes. So while the apartment was getting naked-er, Felicia stayed barely barefoot.

I'd spent years in the hands of the political elite to hide their dirty work. I sat in my chair and turned on my laptop. Enzo had set up all the applications I needed to do my work. I checked the security cameras, and the video was of Darcy and Felicia in the training room. I zoomed in to see what they were doing. Felicia had several students, but I asked her to focus on Darcy. I wanted the preparations for the birthday event to go smoothly, including her first appearance. Darcy wore a gymnastic outfit and covered her lower body with a miniskirt. She was dancing with a pole. Her hand movements were fluid, her curves were seductive, and her long hair added to the sexiness of her dance.

She was here tonight to solve problems, not create them. Felix, however, seemed to be enjoying every second as he spun Bianca around, his hand locked around hers. His suit framed the broad lines of his back, a display of raw, animal power. His large palm gripped Bianca’s slender waist possessively, as if she belonged to him. His chiseled, marble-like face—normally cold and severe—softened when he looked at his dance partner. Raine could almost hear the collective sighs from the women nearby—at that moment, it was as if half the panties in the ballroom had spontaneously combusted.

"The Ballet of Remembrance by the ballerina Esther Joan." I perform my ballet with the most focused mind ever, my mind relaxes and listens to the melodious melody. If anyone is familiar with classical ballet, it is impossible not to know about my performance. I'm recreating the performance that made my mother's name, Rowan Amber: Duck in the Moonlight.

The maids who were waiting on her at the side complimented her endlessly, “Miss, you’re really beautiful. I guess that Master Harry will be so mesmerized when he sees you that he won’t even be able to walk anymore!” “Yes, that’s right! Our young lady is naturally beautiful and radiant. Can her title as Isonbert’s top beauty be false? Even if the fairies in the sky are found, they are definitely not as beautiful as our young lady!” The maids continued praising and complimenting Felicity. These were the words that Felicity loved to hear the most. Felicity was in a good mood and casually threw a few pieces of jewelry on the dressing table. “A reward for you girls!”

Marcellus’s gaze lingered on her, tinged with admiration and pride. In the days leading up to the ball, Alia had planned it alongside Lianna and Elise, who also helped her quickly master the essential etiquette and dances required of a noblewoman. Alia found these tasks effortless. Her body seemed to instinctively know the correct movements and graceful gestures, as though the memories were etched into her very being. With minimal effort, she carried herself with an ease and confidence that left no room for doubt. “So this is what noble talent looks like,” Alia mused inwardly, feeling both impressed and slightly detached. This seamless adaptation gave her an odd sense of unreality, as if she

Eloïse, being the ever so shy girl she was as far as boys were concerned, excused herself to get a refill. She was in search of Bennie. She hadn't seen the brunette almost all night long. Last she remembered sighting her was during the birthday girl's grande entré. Epic. She must admit everything went on as planned if not, then perfect: Marila radiated a captivating beauty in her haute couture mauve outfit mainly composed of plumes. The fabric which shielded her upper body was a purple Versace silk chiffon. She boarded a silver swing which gradually descended with her gorgeous figure as the swan-dressed ballerinas waited below with their gracious tiptoe gestures. A true goddess she was. Holl

It was now Colette's turn. Colette went back on stage in a ballerina's costume. Beside her stood Cindy, who was twice her size. Cindy had a big frame to start with. In her form-fitting gown, she looked like a caterpillar. In contrast, Colette looked like a goddess. Colette was doing a ballet performance, with Cindy on the piano as her accompanist. She stood in her elegant starting pose, gazing determinedly toward the second floor. After today, everyone in Danube City and Youngville would know just how talented she was.

I could make everyone in Paradisa love me. Even Freddie. “Come with me.” Sophie turned and I followed her into the ballroom. It was so beautiful. Music filled the air and dancers spun and circled. Silk, lace, jewels, and laughter were everywhere. I could see why so many fairy tales had balls as part of their magic.

"You flatter me. I'm just doing what I can for the students' sake." Meanwhile, I stood in a corner while wearing a gown that I had purchased three years ago and the pearl necklace that Henry had given me. Suddenly, a commotion erupted among the crowd. "Who's that? She's beautiful!" "I think she's the student representative." Felicity strode into the hall while locking arms with a male celebrity. She was dressed in a gown. The Artanan white pearl necklace around her neck was especially eye-catching. She immediately spotted me standing in the corner. Her lips curled up into a smile as she let go of the male celebrity and approached me, holding a glass of red wine.