Italian Ballerina Novels & Stories

I'm 23 years old now, the youngest ballerina, Rome has ever seen in her entire history. I’ve danced in Paris, Vienna, Florence. I’ve graced the stage in Milan and Istanbul, once under a ceiling of glass where light fell like water. But Rome—Rome is my home. The place where I became something else, someone new. To them, I’m not a girl with a vanished past or a heart that once bled quietly on marble floors. I’m just The Swan of Rome, the youngest principal ballerina in the Compagnia Reale. I belong to velvet curtains and the trembling hush before the music begins.

Pacing and control. The ballerina nodded and pushed a strand of hair out of her face, listening attentively while her coach spoke. 'Name?' Roman asked, turning to Bastian. The artistic director raised his eyebrows at the Russian dancer. 'Nastasia Radzevich.' Bastian stated. 'Graduated from the Upper School last year, and naturally we scooped her up right away.' 'Only a year ago?' Roman frowned, a little surprised at her youth. She'd looked young, her long limbs still a little disproportionate to her lean frame, but that would make her, what? Barely nineteen?

She had two duffel bags draped around her shoulders, and she looked like a nervous wreck. “Shit.” I cursed to myself. The guy had a fucking family? A whole wife and a kid? “What?” I thrust the binoculars back to Kimberly who wasted no time. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” She cursed low under her breath. “That’s Nila fucking Bavga.” “You know her?” My brows hit my hairline when I asked that. “Are you kidding? She’s Italia’s national wife. A famous opera singer that comes from a long line of famous singers.” She informed, and the web inside of my head grew even more intricate. Way too complicated!

"Deal. Two nights after, they attended the yearly **Donati Gala**, a lavish affair in Florence's ancient center. The Palazzo Donati glowed like a jewel in the darkness, chandeliers illuminating the vast ballroom. Italy's underground aristocracy were present—diplomats, nobility, and, of course, criminals in their finest. Sera swept into the ballroom as an exile queen, in a midnight-blue silk dress that hugged every contour. Her shoulders bare, her skin glowing in the light, and her hair swept back into a graceful chignon. She was unapproachable. Compelling.

It was said that a ballerina will die twice. First is when their legs and feet stop dancing and second is when their heart stop to beat for life. I always heard that from my mother, she said that she rather die than to experience not dancing at all just because her legs give up already before she could even retire. That was actually my mindset too. As a ballerina who dream to become Odette, dancing is my life. Dancing is the one who brought me to this.

“One of Dante’s men brought it.” A strange feeling crept over me. “Why?” Alina hesitated. “He’s taking you to the ball.” I blinked. “The ball?” She nodded, but something in her eyes made my skin prickle with unease.. “Lucia, you need to be careful.” What was up with this maid, and what was she getting at? “Why?” I asked. She lowered her voice, glancing at the door as if afraid someone might hear. “Every woman Dante has taken to that ball…” She swallowed, twisting her fingers together. “They don’t come back the same.”

Today, he was an annoying flirt. Abigail in particular I had never seen in a ballet lesson till today, she stands all untrimmed and annoying next to James trying to impress him. She has been called a bot all around the school for her unceasing character. Unrealistic behavior and thick mustache. Apparently, the pervert is flirting With her. "Miss. Daniels?" Ms. Roberts startled me. "Your doing all the moves wrong." She insinuated. I wasn't doing any moves at all. I was just there standing thinking of my dearest puppet and my new friend.

Jessica and Sienna had also joined them. Before long, Stanley and Nathan walked in as well. Nathan moved over to Wendy's side. "Wendy, what are you two talking about?" Sienna sneered, "Wendy was just picking out a bikini to show off her body in front of all the men." Wendy stayed silent. Cecelia opened her mouth to speak, but Wendy held up a hand, stopping her. Sienna wasn't done. "Jessica is the lead ballerina—her body is top-notch. Some people might try to imitate her style, but no matter how hard they try, it's just laughable."

“Am going to make sure Aurora's pays for this , I step out of the ladies longue then walked slowly into the ballroom I could feel pains shooting over my legs . “Am not going to fall in Aurora's trap, she might actually think she's won but I refuse to lose my baby over some jealous golddigger. “I struggled searching frantically for Max who seems nearly nowhere in sight. Then I saw a peek of Aurora's vivid attention seeking gown, my instincts knew right away that Max must be close by . “I walk a little swiftly but then I felt a sharp pain at the lower part of my region pulling me back. “C'mon baby I know you're in a hurry to meet Mommy but you've got to let me get to your Daddy first before de

Apparently, this visit was sudden and clearly unexpected since she was hired—she snorted, forcefully appointed was more like it—that very evening. The fact that she spoke Italian made her the perfect candidate. She could have said no, but a green light for her project and the promotion that came with it were at stake. But, she came to realize, it was also a very good opportunity. If she got the great DeLuca to say yes to her project, she could stop kissing those old fat asses and get to work. As she stood in the freezing night cold, she was going to let that thought warm her up.