Male Ballerina Name Novels & Stories

I am not the only ballerina under the spell of Adam Adie, every red‒blooded female in our school swoon at the mere sight of him (including our tutors). Adam and the other male ballet dancers are standing opposite us, the females. Their eyes hover above our heads, too tense and nervous to make flirty eye contact but Adam’s deep brown eyes dart to mine. I turn my eyes away, embarrassed that I was caught staring at his defined arms and taut torso.

"Well you talked about having revenge on bitchy pinky,among others but your a very bad dancer .Yaass girl you killed the dance floor,what should i name you?. Queen Dancer,or Alice the fire dancer or Queen of the dance floor take a pick girl ,you were magical, extraordinary and girl you got every male eyes on you but sadly their girls were all green with envy hahaha and i must say your one hell of a star girl ". I said out of breath my mouth running kilometres . "I did all of that ? That not true am not capable of facing the crowd , how much more dancing in front of a lot of people in a god damn club !!" She stated with disbelief in her voice.

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

Five years later They call me The Swan of Rome. The world does. But my name is no longer Pearl Hart. Not here. Not anymore. I changed it the day I landed in Italy with a single suitcase and no voice left to scream. I am Amara Liora now—a name whispered backstage in breathless awe, scribbled on concert programs in gold. A name that carries light and mystery, not history. I'm 23 years old now, the youngest ballerina, Rome has ever seen in her entire history.

“By the way, Lapochka, I notice that you have some hectic muscle on your legs and upper thighs-” A growl from the stove as Kai continues to do whatever it is that he’s doing. “Okay, okay geez,” Nikolai says and holds up his hands while rolling his eyes. “Do you work out a lot, or is there another secret you’re hiding?” I look at Nikolai, surprised that he even noticed the muscle definition in my legs because they don’t really show. “I’m a dancer, more specifically a ballerina. Not professionally though; I was told that I am much too curvaceous to ever be a Prima Ballerina.” I say and see his eyes widen at my words.

I reached out for Rhea's hand again and stood by her side, "Tetya, this is Rhea Martinez. You might recognize her from.." "From the ballet." Annika lifted her hand to her mouth in awe. "You brought home the swan Queen." I threw my head back to laugh and Rhea's cheeks flushed with a lovely pink tint. "Rhea is the prima Ballerina of New York." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rhea spoke up, putting out her hand for Annika. My aunt looked down at her hand and frowned. Rhea's hand wavered. "No, pretty girl, we don't shake hands!", Rhea's hand slipped from mine as Annika pulled her into a tight bear hug.

"Do you know? You shouldn't really be good at playing ballet but good at basketball like me. For a beautiful girl, you are too tomboyish .why don't you care about your appearance, I mean you still look feminine and attractive but you never wear sexy clothes like girls other." Hearing the boyfriend's words, the beautiful girl who is still busy finishing her food looks cool and doesn't care. "I don't like playing basketball but if someone asks me I don't mind it, I love ballet but I also love martial arts. Me and Dollan are used to living without the attention of our parents, Even though I am Dollan's only sister but he will still treat me firmly if I act very spoiled. That's why I'm not a spo

His vocal projection made Ana and I jump. "Lady Tremaine and her daughters, a Miss Drizella and a Miss Anastasia" My heart skipped a beat and my whole body went cold when I heard my name. Ana and I looked at each other and I placed my hands together just as Ana had. We smiled at each other and walked forward into the grand ballroom.

“But he refused to listen!” My head snapped up. Something inside me flared. I stood up slowly. “Who are you calling an exotic dancer?” I shot back. The room went still with the maids surprised. “I am a ballet dancer, A fucking World known Ballerina.” I continued, my voice rising. “An Olympic silver medalist. I have a career…Your son was going after my butt! Kissing my Ass!!. I never went for him!!” My jaw tightened. “…unlike your so…”

They looked so surprised and happy. After that the much awaited Ball King and Ball Queen awards were announced. Rhett, one of Gavin's basketball friends was the Ball King. For some reason, I prayed Gabriel won’t become the ball Queen. And to my relief, she didn’t. Ball Queen was Catherine Miller, a junior girl who always win first prize in every dance competitions. The Award function ended by 11 : 30 and the auditorium was given to mass dance. Gavin and Grace joined us in the back with their trophy and Michael immediately got it from Grace's hands and started inspecting it. Grace was laughing like crazy saying she never expected such an award.