Felicie Ballerina Novels & Stories

The cold hands entangling hers belonged to Theresa Ford — her friend… No best friend, who was selected to be Prima Ballerina in the year's Nut Bowl. That lengthy velvety blonde hair of hers sparkled like her eccentric but surreal blue eyes, which were gaping excitedly into that of Francesca's brown ones. “A-are you sure?” The two young ladies standing at the left wing of the stage were donned in different outfits. The Gracious Angel; the ballerina whose face has never been seen and always cladded by a mask was friends with her, and expectantly got selected to be the main soloist in the Nut Bowl.

Truth was, there were many better dancers than Celine amidst her pack members who danced as slave before Feathers but Felix had secretly passed a message to them all not to dance up to their standard cause he wants Celine to win and it worked out well as he wanted. Felix had a smile on his face when Feathers pointed at Celine, Celine was made to walk out to the stage. "Mother, why would Alpha Feathers pick her? Were there not others who danced better than her?" Barbara felt greatly jealous when Feathers pointed to Celine and then whispered to Irma. Barbara was of course amidst the royal families and so was seated graciously with her mother, alongside Amelia and Berta. "I think she indeed dan

The ballroom was humming with excitement by seven o'clock in the evening. With her long hair brushed up and delicate iris pins tucked up on either side, Felicia slipped into a purple ombre gown. She exuded effortless elegance thanks to her immaculate makeup. She appeared almost unearthly, as if she had emerged from a dream, with the lights shimmering on her clothing. The audience was unable to look away from her. As she entered the stage, cameras continued to click.

Finally, she stretched her delicate arms and began the dance. Felicity moved gracefully to an enchanting melody that played only in her mind. Her body swayed like a leaf dancing in the breeze, every movement reflecting her passion for dance. Unaware of the watchful eyes, she surrendered herself to the rhythm, lost in the captivating world she had created. Alex observed her every move, his eyes fixated on the beauty of her dance. He was drawn to Felicity's elegance, her fluidity, and the way she seemed to change reality. But hidden beneath his admiration lay a sinister motive, driven by a desire to manipulate her.

yes" A very huge fly, may I have this last dance? questioned Allan Felicia was surprised and she nodded, Jake annoyed and furious at the reply that Allan made cutting him off with the princess. Allan and princess Felicia walk to the center stage and they both began to dance with ethics to the dance ball. Felicia held him by the left shoulder and the duo squeeze their palm together clustered with fingers and Felicia spoke "My offer still stands, I want you to run away with me" they turn their body's along with other gentlemen dancing to a violin string in the ball

It wasn’t exactly what people did in the human world. If Belle had thought this woman was strange before? Let’s just say Felicity wasn’t winning any points with Belle. “What? No,” Belle replied, running behind my legs. “What do you mean ‘no’?” Felicity asked. “Come here, child. Let me smell you.” “NO!” Belle said more loudly, burying her head in the back of my legs. I was amused at this point. I found it entertaining, watching Felicity try to win over Belle. “Make her come to me,” Felicity said to me. I chuckled.

That did more to me than any look she’d ever given me in bed and that didn’t fit in any box I’d ever known. A moment later, Viviane came back into view with Felicity by her side. The little one now wore a pink floral dress, her hair neatly combed, holding Viviane’s hand. And as much as I wanted to pull Viviane close and kiss her right then and there, I walked over to Felicity, extending a hand, “Shall we, my lady?” Felicity’s eyes sparkled as she giggled, “We shall.” Felicity took my hand, her tiny fingers curling around mine. Viviane’s hazel eyes softened, her lips curving into a small smile as she watched us.

He wore a dark formal suit with a crisp white shirt, a deep gray silk tie, and polished black shoes that reflected his discipline and meticulous attention to detail. Mrs. Farida, in her late sixties, appeared touched by the warmth of the celebration and its ambiance. Her white hair was carefully styled, falling lightly over her shoulders, and her serene features suggested kindness and refinement. She wore a short evening dress in a rich creamy yellow, flowing softly over her figure, adorned with delicate lace details along the sleeves and hems, paired with elegant, low-heeled shoes that allowed her to move comfortably across the ballroom floor.

I whisper yelled at her. “i was going to but then I forgot” she replied with a grin so I knew it was a lie. Jason soon came out holding up a dress. It was a huge ball gown, sleeveless with precious stones covering the bodice. “oh damn, you got it baby” Kylie said snatching the dress from him and shoving it into my hand. I took the dress into the huge changing room and began to wear it. It took me about 20 minutes to get it on with kelly’s help at some point. I finally came out and looked int the mirror. I looked gorgeous.

Elena frowned at the sheer amount, but I caught the flicker of admiration in her eyes. "Oh! My goodness, is that the ballerina?" An elderly woman cried as I opened the back door for Elena. "That’s the ballerina from the magazine!" Three older women with arms loaded with shopping bags gawked at her, and Elena turned red as a tomato. "Yes! She’s the Prima Ballerina of New York," another confirmed. They scuttled toward her, excitement spilling from them. Elena’s face was quickly obscured by a mask, and I couldn’t read her expressions anymore but I could feel the tension in the air. Their excitement drew a small crowd who watched in awe.