Felicie Ballerina Novels & Stories

"In this world, there are only 6 dancers who have the title of prima ballerina assoluta. They are Mikaela Xandrova and Gelya Alexandria from Russia, Alicia Folko from Australia, Maya Chironomidae from Sweden, Jasmine White from England, and Maria Horrorette from France." Stella observed some photos of the dancers she had just mentioned. She has a large collection of photos of female and male dancers on her smartphone. "Had I not quit ballet, would I have been possible to become a female dancer with the title of prima ballerina assoluta? It is because of that highest degree that my dream since the age of 7...." Stella ended her remarks with a bitter smile. She wiped away the tears that had es

Her third eye glowing as she saw what the prince planned on doing with the others soon. "Get out." Balli spoke with such authority the Feilong's very body obeyed out of his control. He ran out of the room leaving a piss trail behind. Lucky most of those in the Plucked Petal left when royalty arrived in numbers. "He will make a mistake with those other two soon. Causing great harm to Melinda if not stopped." "Then we will have to take care of that then." Ren turned serious a little. "I can not have something like that occurring if you are so willing to hurt him like in public." As they discussed, the purchased dancers kept quiet not knowing what their fate would be.

My name was Elsie Rivers, and I was a freshman in the dance department at an arts academy. I looked like I was born to dance, with curves in all the right places, a slim waist, and especially long legs that drew eyes wherever I went. Walking down the street, I could easily make any man hard if the breeze just lifted my skirt ever so slightly. Because of that, people called me the kind of campus beauty that only came around once a century. Yet behind my glamorous appearance, there was something no one knew. I couldn't even manage the most basic split—not because I wasn't flexible enough, but rather because I was acutely sensitive.

"Maybe you need to work on the control with your swing." I struck the last ball with a loud pock! It flew in a high arch. "Excellent!" Felik cried. I looked to check if Charlotte saw that, but I found her focusing her camera at the Blue Bellers. Melissa went straight after the ball in impressive speed. I could see Grigor's eyes tracking her. He flicked his hand for Melissa to come over. "Girl, you're really fast, you know that?" said Felik. "Pretty fast, I guess."

I cover my mouth and look at Anthony, who is chuckling shyly. "Sorry," I whisper, winking at him and making Anthony chuckle. "Anyway, if you girls want, I can have Mila send me a few dresses for you to pick out before the ball. How does that sound?" "Are you kidding? That sounds amazing! Thank you, Hunter!" Felicity says, making me kiss his lips. "Great, let me have Lily contact her for you guys. I'll let you know when to stop by and pick out a dress."

Chistlebury cleared his throat preparatory to asking the lady in the aqua domino for the pleasure of the first waltz, Felix got in before him. After her second waltz with her guardian, who was otherwise behaving impeccably, Margaret consented to a stroll about the rooms. The main ballroom was full and salons on either side took up the overflow. A series of interconnecting rooms made Margaret’s head spin. Then, Felix embarked on a long and involved anecdote which focused her attention on his masked face and his wicked dancing eyes.

"But yeah, either one." "My parents were killed last year," she said, and my heart sank as I saw the memory of that pain cross her face. "Apparently they owed money to Dante, and he figured the best way to collect would be to make me dance for him." "Scumbag," I replied. "He said that because I used to dance like ballet — that I'd be a natural." "Ballet?" I asked. “So that explains your impressive flexibility earlier..." Felicity smiled and nuzzled closer to me.

Felicity * I smiled, looking at myself in the mirror. I had worn a pink satin draped tail floor-length gown, featuring a bodycon corset and thigh-high slit, and matching golden heels. This was the last time I was going to fit inside this beautiful gown because I doubted that after pregnancy I would be this slim. I smiled again at that thought.

It's quite funny seeing my three year old looking so serious and composed. "Okay, come on children. It's time already, we don't want to be late." Rieka clapped her hands enthusiastically, urging them to get down from the bed. We moved out of the room into the hallway and the stairs leading to the ballroom. A soft music playing in the background as we walked into the ballroom, all eyes shifting on us. I was dressed in an off shoulder white mermaid dress. My five months baby bump visible to all eyes. Winter was dressed in a pure white ball gown, her hair was tied in a bohemian bun, making her eyes glisten brightly to the eyes of everyone. She ran to her father quickly, since he was mostly the

I wish I had brushed up on my square-dancing skills, but we’re going to give it a shot. Glancing in the mirror, I practiced tipping my hat, “Howdy Partner.” No. That was stupid. Dex would have been cackling in my mind right now if he were here. “Howdy Darlin.” I like it. Lay on that southern charm. I did a little two step, laughing at my poor dance skills. I walked out on the patio where Felicity’s back was towards me. She looked absolutely stunning in an off-the-shoulder, floor-length, dusty blue dress. It had a tulle overlay embellished with tiny white flowers.