Leap Ballerina 2016 Novels & Stories

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.

Roman's thoughts were interrupted by Debbie calling on Ivan and Asya for their rehearsal. Jolted back to the present day, he watched as the young ballerina stepped on stage. Under the harsh lights she looked different, she'd washed her face, put on some makeup and changed into a different leotard. But she still seemed distracted, still seemed a little rattled, even as she stepped into Ivan's arms.

Her body shuddered with sobs echoing through the room like a mournful melody as her face crumpled and became buried in her hands. So much had transpired during this past week — regaining her memory led to her family's arrest, and shortly, their court trial trailed after. The Nut Bowl — one of the biggest or arguably the biggest events of the year got shifted since the Prima Ballerina refused to perform until her friend's… Okay. Tessa's kindness overwhelmed Francess' functionality, and the blond simply smiled then pulled her into a comforting embrace while simultaneously flashing the guards a hard glare. Noiselessly but so quickly, they dashed out of there — leaving the ladies.

And I had to hold to that choice even though it felt like it was actively destroying me. I was on my way to my locker to drop off a book when Leina appeared. Just stepped out from behind a pillar like she had been waiting there specifically for me, her expression cold and satisfied in a way that made my skin crawl. "The Luna Ball begins tonight," she said, her voice low enough that only I could hear over the noise of other students moving through the hallway. "And before the moon rises, Lanvin will be mine. Completely and irrevocably mine." I tried to walk past her, but she grabbed my arm, her fingers digging in hard enough to hurt.

The way her eyes held mine when we spoke. I had tried to fuck her out of my system. Tried it with a blonde influencer who kept giggling every time I so much as looked her way. Then with a brunette who knew how to moan on cue and say all the right things. Nothing. It all felt like cardboard. Cold. Pointless. She was still there. Her black feathered leotard, the way it hugged her body like it was made for her. That ballet performance wasn’t just art…it was a goddamn message. I didn’t know what it said, but I felt it like a slap to the chest.

The ballerinas tore off the lower part of their tutus, revealing denim shorts, and the rest of the team joined in. The dance routine was a fusion of ballet, hip-hop, and contemporary. The kids danced in sync, their movements fluid and energetic. They spun, flipped, and leaped across the stage, their smiles shining bright. The crowd cheered, mesmerized by the performance. After their performance, Roxanne gave high-fives to every kid, saying, "You did great, really good! Okay, it doesn't matter if we make it to the top ten group; moving forward, you all are my rockstars."

"The ballet isn't over. Why did you leave the stage?" "Because I don't love you anymore, Lorenzo." I stepped around Dante and descended the stairs toward him. "I never loved ballet. And I hate red velvet cake." His face contorted. He raised his gun and aimed at my forehead. "Lies!" he shouted. "You loved me! You and your sister fought each other bloody over me. How can you not love me?" "That was your illusion," I said. "We don't want you anymore." He roared and pulled the trigger. The shot never reached me.

She couldn’t believe that Seraphina had made such a mistake. She had stayed in the restroom trying to gather her thoughts but by the time she managed to stabilize her emotions and come out, everyone were already dancing. Leonard, her fiancée, who was supposed to be her partner was dancing with Seraphina, whose gown was so beautiful that it outshone every other person at the ball, they were both looking dazzling on the dance floor that everyone made way for them and when they were done dancing, everyone was clapping for them including her.

Leo was left speechless. This evil nanny must have reported him skipping the damn dance classes again. She won't get away with this! ********* Vanessa took Lisa to a dance teaching center called 'Blendz'. They teach salsa, Hiplet, Ballroom, Ballet, Jazz, Break, Tango, Waltz, Aerial and Belly dances. It's your choice which one you wanna be taught. Vanessa took the little one to register and wait for their turn to be tested by the appointed appraisal. Registration was 30 dollars; non-refundable!

💛Unugwa's POV 💜 I slid on my floor with my arms in the air. A cool slow love song was playing from my laptop and I was dancing ballet round the space of my room I was wearing socks so the sliding and twirling around was made easy. I was also humming along with the song and I was swinging my arms up, down, side, etc. like the ballerinas do I know nothing about ballet. And I know I was dancing it terribly but who cares. I'm just a teenage girl who just had a an hour of delight sitting close to a hottie