Serena Dance Novels & Stories

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."

He let out a smile when Sera gladly took his hand. Sera also learned dancing in preparation for the event so she was confident that she wouldn’t embarrass herself on the dancefloor. She was also confident that Andric would lead her well during their dance. “Thank you for asking me to dance with you, brother.” Sera smiled as she put her arms on Andric’s shoulder. “Why are you thanking me?” Andric laughed. “I should be the one thanking you because I would boast about this to our brothers.” “Was there even something to boast about?” Sera’s eyes furrowed in confusion.

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

I close my eyes and sigh before I lean down to get her barrette hair clip on the floor just on the left side of my left foot. " We both work hard for this. It's not just you Aliah" I utter gripping the hair clip tightly before I turn around leaving her inside the dance studio. DAY OF THE EVENT... I licked my lips and fixed the two black feather of swan on my hair. Today is the second of February, the 55th anniversary of Zeneca Ballet and the day I will perform on the same stage with Aliah. I'm honestly nervous right now. I'm anxious and afraid that I might made a mistake. I just hope everything will be alright although, I am not the white swan that I wanted to become.

Dylan spoke up while Jeremy threw daggers with his eyes. Wait! Was I going to be engaged to the group clown? Who the fuck takes the fiancée of a clown seriously??? “SERENA???!” I heard someone yell my name, snapping me back to the present.

Noong bata ako ay nakita ako sa dalampasigan. May kwintas na nakasuot saakin at may pendant na singsing kung saan may nakauikit na pangalang Serene. Pero hindi ko iyon sinuot. How come my biological parents gave me a necklace and not a letter? Nakakatawa diba? But I really wished that it was a letter. A letter full of explanations why they left me. I don't want to grow full of questions but here I am compiling questions that I can't even ask.

His left hand holds her right hand and raises it at shoulder level. After they positioned themselves, they start dancing slowly, moving back and forth one step at a time. Everybody is dancing lively to a disco beat while Ella and Edward continue to dance in a slow dance as if they have a world of their own. They don't care about the people surrounding them. They are only focused on each other dancing in the rhythm of their heartbeat. They are moving in the flow of the ocean, swaying their hips as their hands lustfully wander on each other's bodies.

She lunged forward, throwing herself recklessly between the two massive, lethal predators. "Don't touch him! Leave him alone!" Serena cried, grabbing Zayden’s corded arm with both hands, trying with every ounce of her fragile human strength to pull him off his brother. In the chaotic frenzy of his unchained fury, Zayden’s arm jerked back. The sheer kinetic force of his movement sent Serena flying backward across the floor. She hit the marble hard, her shoulder skidding across the stone, a sharp cry of agony tearing from her lips as a jagged cut opened along her forearm, fresh red blood welling instantly against her pale skin.

Taking a deep breath, she wanted to suppress her discomfort but found it impossible; even breathing felt painful. Before she could respond to Serena, Celine, who'd been stunned on the side, spoke up. Standing before her was none other than her favorite dancer, Serena. "N-Nice to meet you. Are you Ms. Serena Brooks?" Celine asked, feeling nervous upon meeting her idol. Almost all dancers carried an air of elegance and gentleness, which was Serena's signature. She smiled faintly in response. "I am. And you are?" "Oh, hello, Ms. Brooks. My name is Celine Holmes. I'm Eunie's colleague."

But without even taking another glance at them, I made my way out from the circle. Daniel enters the space, when he wants, and leaves it, when he likes. "What the hell he thinks? Dancing so closely to that chicks like he was about to strip them out. Asshole. Here, I only wanted him to show his own control over that pleasurable attraction, but that douchebag. How dare he?" I heard Serena's little slurry tone, as I reached near her. Smirking to myself I removed the whiskey glasses away. She drank four small glasses, enough for her to loose her senses and spill whatever came in her mouth.