Tg Ballerina Novels & Stories

She held his hands as they walked inside getting checked and pointed at the direction of their section. She was wearing a green mini shirt and white inner top with a green matching long coat wearing her Jimmy Choo high top boots. Her Hair was in a Black bouncy curls wig accessories with a diamond J necklace and earrings. "We are late." Ire said. "We can't be late na." Victor said. "See how Tiana's eyes lit up seeing her man." Kehinde joked and James sideeyed her. "You guys did not tell me it's Burna Boy nowwww!!" Tiana said excitedly as Burna Boy was performing 'Ye' now and the whole crowd was singing loudly.

"I'll go talk to her right now. I am sure I'll get a date." "Okay then." He answered sarcastically. "Just wait and see." I said and walked up to her with plenty confidence. "Hi. I am Tony Caraballo. Owner of the gym. But you can call me Ballo." I said smoothly, a grin on my face. "I am Camilla Rúiz." She replied with a small smile. She had a really thick latina accent. "Nice to meet you, Camilla. So I was wondering if I can get your number and call you sometime."

A gentle breeze brushed past me, as if she were softly caressing my cheek. Standing up, I wiped my tears dry and walked out of the cemetery without looking back. Three months later, the graduation tour of Janswick Arts Academy finally took place. Daniel's dance company had welcomed a new principal dancer, a girl who had spent ten years quietly practicing in that same rehearsal room, never once complaining, even when the soles of her shoes wore through. She had no connections, no resources. All she had was a burning passion. I watched from the VIP section as she danced in a plain white dress, no rhinestones, no haute couture.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

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.