Felicie Ballerina の小説・ストーリー

She looked very beautiful and elegant in her strapless red dress and stilettos and I was certain that every man in the building was mesmerized by her beauty, I would too if I wasn’t from a not so presentable background and if she wasn’t also a menace to every outcast in Crest-vile Academy. I have never seen Felicia this happy before, although she is normally always smiling and causing havoc or hosting parties with her minions but this is the very first time I will be seeing her genuinely happy, she looked so in love and satisfied with seeing the jerk that I immediately wanted to leave the area so she could have him to herself.

I said softly, catching her eye, "Your mom mentioned something earlier that you're a ballerina?" She blinked, and glanced at Hazel for permission before nodding shyly. "Yes, I am." "A real one," I whispered, "You know, I used to go to the ballet every winter in Milan. I always thought the dancers looked like they were floating, but I know how hard they actually work. It takes so much strength to make something look that beautiful. Do you have a favorite piece? Are you working on a specific dance right now?" For the first time that night, the terror in her eyes flickered, "The Nutcracker," she stated, "I’m practicing the Waltz of the Flowers."

The Winter Solstice Ball was a glittering affair all golden candlelight, polished marble floors, and music so sweet it seemed to drip from the strings of the orchestra. The nobility came dressed as if they were the constellations themselves, shimmering with silks and jewels. And at the center of it all was Aria. She floated through the crowd on Damien’s arm, her gown the color of dawn light, her hair threaded with pearls. Every tilt of her head, every soft laugh, was calculated to charm.

Her full attention was on Alessia, her eyes bright and engaged. "So," Michelle leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand, "What do you do when you're not walking runaways and stealing the spotlight?" Alessia giggled. "I like to cook, actually. Dance too, when I'm not exhausted from fittings." "Nice," Michelle said, nodding with awe. "You give off dancer energy. That graceful kind." "I've been a professional ballerina for ten years now." "No way," Michelle clapped her hands together. "I've been dancing ballet for two years now."

I remembered that young boy in Vondelpark, Marcel. The young boy Eli had once spoken to with a softness in her voice that rarely appeared. She had set aside a painting specifically for him. Even if he was not present tonight, she had made sure he would still receive something—a reminder, perhaps, that dreams were not reserved only for those who had everything. A faint smile formed on my lips. Even now, in the midst of chaos, she still thought of others. That was who she was. My attention shifted toward the stage. Felicity stood beneath the soft glow of the lights. Her expression was composed, her smile restrained yet sincere as her eyes scanned the room filled with people from all walks of l

Bree giggled and Dee sighed dramatically. "Anyway, this girl is so limber for her own good right? And do you remember her feet? I've heard horror stories about ballerinas but that was before I saw those toes." Dee shuddered as if she was having a hard time reliving the image and it was my turn to give her a dramatic sigh. "So she's a ballerina?" "Yeah, like the professional kind. Center stage kind." "Prima ballerina." I corrected Dee.

She explained, pointing to the left of the room with her manicured hand. "Thank you so much! You know girls; Miss Hattie has worked here since before I was born! She is like a second mother to me." Florence revealed fondly. "And you are like a daughter!" Miss Hattie laughed freely. Faith went into one of the changing rooms, with an elaborate gold mirror covering an entire wall and small wicker chair in the corner. Her feet literally sank into the plush gold rug as she took her shoes off and shimmied the dress on. Faith knew she would feel unbelievably excited if she were attending the ball under any other circumstances. She had to keep her head on straight. She did wonder, however, if maybe

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Felicity arrived at the small lake quickly. She was wearing a short skirt, her long hair draping over her shoulders. She had bright and fair skin, and she really looked like a popular internet celebrity. However, unlike any other internet celebrities, Felicity’s beauty was truly natural. Gerald had already seen Felicity without any makeup, and she could definitely be regarded as a beauty amongst all other beauties. Hehehe. In fact, Gerald felt a little embarrassed as he thought about this. During their freshman year, Felicity had been sitting in front of Gerald.

Even the dancers slowly stopped dancing, all eyes were on Ophelia who was dancing in a way they had never seen before. She took a high leap from the staircase and landed on the floor with just her toes. People clapped and cheered as Ophelia danced with all of her heart. She wished Finlay was there to see her because he had never seen her dance ballet before. Didn't know she was a ballerina until she was eleven. Alpha Williamsburg's gaze was glued on the dancing woman, every step she took, the way she swayed her body like a snake and split her legs on the floor.