Odette Leap Novels & Stories

"And who might you be, if I may ask?" "Oh, forgive me for my rudeness." Odette said and stepped forward, placing a huge smile on her lips as she placed her hand out and introduced. "My name's Odette Aubert. I'm Zacharie's fiancée, nice to meet you."

Odette was free from the prison but was caged in that old apartment where she was tortured weeks after weeks. Right now, Odette is wearing a hoodie, putting the hood on, she watched them getting engaged. Anger rushes through her body but before she could picture them in her frame, a strong arm clasps her waist, pulling her towards the speed boat. His another plan to torture her, making love with her right in the middle of the ocean, under the blue sky and nobody around. She is scared and wants to call Juliette to help but her hatred towards Juliette is too thick and stubborn that, instead of asking for help, her eyes are on Natalie who is playing with Eva and Pat.

Today, it was anything but. Odette sat on a submerged stone ledge, the water lapping at her shoulders, her pale arms braced against the edges. Her face was flushed from the heat, her dark hair plastered to her forehead. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the droplets of water that clung to her skin. "I cannot do this," she said, her voice breaking. "It hurts. It hurts too much." I knelt beside her in the water, my robes discarded, my hair pinned up to keep it dry. My hands moved over her legs beneath the surface, massaging the atrophied muscles, guiding them through the movements she could not yet perform on her own.

Her lips parted in a silent exhale, and then she began to move. Dante stood at the threshold, unmoving, caught in a spell he couldn’t break. His pulse quickened as he watched her surrender to the air, gliding with a weightlessness that didn’t seem human. She turned on pointe, her body floated as though she truly had invisible wings. But they weren’t wings—they were chains. Every jeté was a stifled cry; every pas de bourrée, a desperate attempt to escape her prison. Odette’s curse was her own.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

60 seconds ‘til she got her revenge… Eve was doing well all throughout her part. Though it was just a minute, for her, it seemed an eternity. She swirled and turned, like an elegant swan dancing through the surface of the lake. And that’s it. she reached the most crucial part of the dance where she should jump the highest then fell to the floor to denote the death of Odette. Yet, when she turned around before the jump, she realized something wrong. She suddenly lost all her strength and she couldn’t jump!

I wasn't his equal - no man and definitely no woman was - yet I was now a competitor he would have to give his very best to defeat. Sunday morning had been just me and Odette. We'd cuddled on the sofa, watched some TV and then I took her to Havenstone for time in the pool. I kept the overly-aggressive Amazons at bay while getting Odette used to the idea of regular exercise - hanging out with Timothy and I required greater endurance than her sedentary youthful stamina provided.

Odette’s chest tightened, and she quickly looked away, trying to ignore the wave of jealousy that surged through her. “Are you okay?” Amerie asked, noticing the change in her expression. “Fine,” Odette lied. “I think I need some air.” Amerie frowned but didn’t press her, allowing Odette to slip away. Odette stepped out into the cool night air, wrapping her arms around herself as she leaned against the wall of the club. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The door opened behind her, and she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Star shouted. "Well, I've heard about enough," Odette spoke, drawing a giggle from me as Lewis tensed up. Odette smiled, pushing her nails into his hair and playing with it. I swear, I don't know where she got her talent from. "Lewis, turn around for Mommy, would you?" She asked sweetly, running her sharp silver stiletto nails with red and black bat decals, down his neck. Lewis noticeably shivered. "Turn around, pretty boy. I really would love to hear about how much of a whore I am, please?"

I know that I’m being a burden to them but if I didn’t asked for their help, how could I meet my mother? “I’m going to Lastra next week and enroll at Safharra…” Odette faced us again with a hopeful smile. “You must study there too and if we have a chance, we’ll join competitions and stuff that would make your name famous. That way, I’m sure that your mother will know about you and eventually find you. Isn’t it great?” Odette even clapped her hands in excitement.