Felicie Ballerina Novels & Stories

“I’d forgotten about your… bane.” She pulled a face. “Trust you to notice them.” “They’re quite cute.” “On a ten-year-old, maybe. Not on a ‘prima ballerina’ of ‘The London Dance Company’. I bet Alexandra Danilova didn’t have freckles.” Fabien saw the exact moment that she remembered, again, that she was no longer a prima ballerina. The light in her eyes dimmed and her full lips pressed together as though she was trying to contain something.

Eloise's face lit up as she followed Lea. "Wow, well, apparently someone managed to dance at last," said Fely, teasingly, when Lea entered the dressing room. Lea was silent, not responding. Fely turned to Nina. "Just look, as soon as my video clip comes out on I*******m, there will definitely be a lot of people who like it more than her!" Nina nodded with a thumbs up. "You dance very well, Ms. Fely. You are graceful and beautiful and very radiant."

The room erupted in laughter. Felicity loved this atmosphere — chaotic, warm, full of energy. It reminded her that life kept moving, even when her heart felt like it was always stuck between two beats. Bisola suddenly clapped her hands. “Oh! Felicity, please tell Mope that story about the guy that fell down the CFA stairs.” Mope perked up. “Yes! That guy Deji said jumped like Jackie Chan to impress a girl.” Felicity burst into laughter before even starting. “No, because the way Leon reenacted it—”

"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.

Killian took a small sip as a formality, and everyone continued drinking and chatting. The atmosphere gradually eased, and Eric seized the opportunity to suggest, "Why not have the beauties perform some entertainment to liven things up?" Here it comes again. What was he really planning? He wasn't even trying to hide it. Everyone chimed in, and the beauties readily agreed. Vienna state opera ballet's prima ballerina, Michelle, quickly changed into her elaborate ballet costume and appeared before everyone. Michelle had a beautiful figure, her skin like congealed fat, so fair it seemed to glow, like a pure white lotus flower emerging from the mud.

Her smile was fake with hints of hatred in them. “Yes,” Alex replied, his tone was warm, as though he hadn’t just barked at me moments ago. “Lila has been looking forward to this evening.” I extended my hand, forcing a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” The woman, who introduced herself as Clarissa, shook my hand lightly before turning her attention back to Alex. “You’ve outdone yourself, as always. This gala is exquisite. Everyone is talking about it.” “Thank you, Clarissa,” Alex said, his voice dripping with charm. “But it’s the generosity of people like you that makes these events possible.”

As she ran her hand across it, a thought crossed her mind. A thought that surprised her. A thought that frightened her. Maybe—just maybe… That mansion wasn’t a prison. Maybe—just maybe… Dante Bellandi wasn’t a monster. She took the ballet slippers and tied them with a delicate motion. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her feet slid fully into place. The whisper of satin against her skin was the only sound in the room—a quiet, powerful echo. Somehow, the simple act of putting them on made her feel like the prima ballerina of the Bolshoi. A woman reborn in the reflection of the mirror.

Was she captured by the mermaids or the fairies? Then she looked down and her eyes widened when she saw she was wearing a beautiful tulle blue dress that has some flower designs embedded on it. She smiled, standing up and twirling around happily at the room. Slowly the furry ball's eyes were filled with sparkles. The way Amorivia was being happy made it feel warmth inside. It slowly came close to her. Amorivia stopped and stare at the furry ball again. Again, she tried to reach out and touch the ball. Luckily it seemed like it had trusted her and she touched the ball. It was like petting a bunny. Its fur is so soft and it was fluffy.

I smirked as I was thinking about the person that I might seduce. Maybe I would see Kelly tonight if I was lucky enough. We put on the clothes as I was looking at my other roommates. They were happy before I was smiling at them all. I was ready to put on my red mask before I spoke up to them, Leo and Eddy. “So, are you ready to dance with the ballerinas?” I said as Leo was surprised by that statement. I thought he did hear the news that there will be ballerinas that were from the Royal Academy of Arts coming to the ball as well.

Tiffie didn’t have any choice but to grab one glass of champagne from the waiters. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! I hoped that you will enjoy my “Mystery Ball” which you might find the partner of your dreams. Gentlemen, you can find your partner to invite her for the first dance.” She glanced at the orchestra men. “Mister Conductor, can you play the Blue Danube?” The conductor wearing the clothes in the regency era nodded and started to command his members. The gentlemen in different costumes started to look for their partners.